a tether
cleaner weather
less of your fucked up leather
no more cat fur up my nose
or writhing against your rose
trying to get you somewhere
you seem to be unable to get
I'm falling asleep
and my hand is sore
you have your uses
but you are a bore
no more, no more
I seek perfection
an erection
that never dies
that girl with diamond eyes
obedient
who never cries
never flies
you witchy thing
should burn on your own pyre
too tired, too very tired
to want to deal with you tonight
and I take flight
and all is right"
he spat the words
out at me
venom dripping
down his lips
I took a big sip
of that poison
tongue tip
and longed for oblivion
on the face of the sun
Burn me
I am the Curse
I'll make love to smoke
and be one with ash
and watch you search for that better piece of ass
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