Your sweet words
Forever burned into my
Unforgiving memories.
The touch of your hand
Caressing my fallen tears…
But all of that
Had been only false.
The flames in your eyes
Not an entity of love
But of a desire for pain.
The sickening smile
Played unto your lips
Oh, the torture! The torture…
Silently, in my unconsciousness,
Joyous had you been.
Why not again, when
My tears do not blind me?
Alas, pain is your only pleasure
And, of course,
You only
Love.
Now, those words,
Dripping venom with every
Syllable…cannot let me
Latch on to its'
Painfully fake promises,
So, I attach myself to the next best thing.
His pleasure…your pleasure.
