Sunday, March 2, 2008

Lust
Lust
I held you in my arms and watched you
take the last breath
and die.
Some affliction came over you
carried on for years
and you could take it
no more.
Lust from my window
I let my hair down
for you to climb and save me
from my ivory tower.
I do not want to live without you.
I do not want these cold hands, but
Lust
Lust, I will carry you in my pocket,
to rub your lifeless body
between my frozen fingers.

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