That which protects you
Cannot save you, my brother.
Did you not know that?
And only at night
May we say and do that which
We can't during day.
Well, he's odd, and rough,
And much brighter than I am,
But I love him still.
Taste your lips divine,
And shudder under your touch,
And ask you for more.
I am not your jazz.
I am just a musician.
Oh, and a killer.
Make me beg for more.
Torture me; hold me to you.
Make me scream your name.
Wishing for that goal
for love and peace, so far off;
I wish they were now.
Slumber in your arms,
And scarred skin against smooth skin.
I'm made yours, my priest.
I follow him, yet
It was an order. And now
I follow my heart.
Such a nice, cute girl.
I'd hate to see her tainted.
Yet I will, won't I.
