Another day has come and gone,
another bit of life has moved on.
Deep shadows they fill my day
but when night falls I become
their prey.
I close my self in a world long gone;
a world filled with emptiness,
a world with no wrong.
I feed my uselessness a dish of lust,
researching pleasures and sensual dreams.
I imagine a bacchanal of pure satin skin,
ready to please my hunger again.
Soft skin and ruby lips, sweet smell
of flesh that intoxicates.
I\'m immersed in this ritual of sin
where I pull and I thrust,
releasing the animal within.
My hands caressing thighs,
my lips alternating between lips
and breasts and the melodic
sound of moans that initiate bliss.
Then I awake, all covered in sweat,
alone in my bed, with a new day
of hell that awaits ahead. Twas an illusion.