parked up in passenger recline
painted myself in glamour design
for you
interlocking borders just for tonight
foreign access is truly mine
moments ago i should havw drawn the line
finishing early, i do every time
enduring regret, my body a shrine
patience and virtue begin to align
consummation, you finalise
drive me back to where my concious lies
reflections manifest the warning signs
deafening performance of aging crimes
into abyss is where i hide
hard to swallow my aching pride
the enclosed voices were always right
afterthoughts bruise when they bite