Houston
Working 'round a frame
The pieces fit so perfectly
Like some large metal game
The time draws near, and with it fear
All senses a new kind
I'll not look back, on watered thoughts
Rearranging mine
It's time!
This time!
Make me now!
It's time!
This time!
Change me now!
The book has said, that all the plans
Would be well within my reach
And here things were
Even larger than I'd reamed
This metal gift, a perfect shift
From the art of being kind
I'll not look back, on tired thoughts
And all those
Perfumed Lies
Pain makes you beautiful
I give you what you want, the pain and the pleasure
I'm no good for you
But then you're no good for yourself
I bring you pain
Pain makes you beautiful
I'm no good for you
You're no good for yourself
Strange and it's wonderful
How you tell me what you need, the joy and the treasure
Of pain's guilty pleasure
Love's pressure painfully
No sorrow tied
Tied to my hurting you
We delight in every torture I put you through
How did we find this place
This state where we satiate, where pain makes you beautiful
Where you're no good for yourself
No sorrow tied
Tied to my hurting you
To the compromising position, to all the painful things I do
Pain makes you beautiful
I give you what you want, the pain and the pleasure
I'm no good for you, but then you're no good for youself
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Eric Wincentsen
267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu
Glendale Community College
Glendale, Arizona
"I'm just marking my territory..."