Fränz Müller

The Brothel

Thoughts surround my mind

grabbing my attention;

they want to fuck me

but I know their allure is fleeting.

They only seem beautiful from afar

but up close and stripped bare they reveal

their ugly character

their desire to only wound me

and keep me captive

in their bed of damaging desire.

Oh, that I could leave this place,

and rid myself of these memories

and their siren song

which leads my fragile mind

towards the sharp rocks of madness!