Pretenders Up The Neck
Anger and lust, My senses running amok. Bewildered and deluded, Have I been hit by a truck. With my tongue inside his [...?...], Felt like the time in the womb. But I woke up with a headache that split my skull, Alone in the room. I got down on the floor with my head pressed between my knees, Ip to my neck with my teeth sunk into my own flesh. I said, baby, oh sweetheart. Lust turns to anger, A kiss to a slug. Something was sticking, On the shag rug, look at the tiles. I remember the way he groaned, Moved with an animal skill, My face in the sweat that ran down his chest, It's all, very, run of the mill. I noticed that his scent started to change somehow, His face went berserk, veins bulged on his brow. I said baby, oh sweetheart. Bondage to lust, Abuse of facility. Blackmailed emotions confused, The demon and devilty. I was sure his attentions were sweet, And that mine were as well. But a wish is a shot in the dark, When your coin's down the well. I got out in the hall with my teeth in my head, Up into my neck I said, said, said, Dead. I said baby, oh sweetheart. Clark Chang / [email protected] Thanks to [email protected] [email protected] (Laura Giacoppo) for their help.
