All I Ask

is for my identity to be returned for it to be tossed out a window and for it to land into my warm lap so he can be driven away and away but he acts as if I asked for a bowl of his blood This is a man who taught me words kill women slowly they consume their spirits and they don't know it's happening I remember I made love to this man before my body did and maybe you have to I followed him to a nightmare where dirt sticks to you no matter how long you brush it off Through to the end of it he said was not into me in the beginning my beauty was in a black mask now it's a hostage