Anonymity Becomes You

Cruel intentions circle the ruby red of your lips hips that sway back and forth in a lusty pose touching, touching but never really feeling. Dim rooms, yellow lit of seedy talk and tobacco riddled nights give pretense that your loved while thwarted dreams lay at your feet grinding to thin ash The dark disclosure of your deeds rip through the heart and cut to the core but are never left unnoticed. The silence that you swear to keep this thing alive reflect in you what I despise You will go on pretending to ease your slow decline just one more time, baby just one more time.