*~*Ecstacy*~*

Can you hear him whispering He breath us all a different life A life of malicious misery He talks of things I desire He spoons the lush of bitter fruit I want him for my own But he won’t have that He has other mistresses I can already feel the jealousy bubbling and changing into some nasty disease I am coveting my neighbor’s daughter He’s so beautiful He’s so exciting He’s oh so full of danger He's an addiction I like that in a man I know of his assailants He could and will have me killed when he is through with me But that’s not all He wants to melt me That’s his trade-mark When he sleeps in my bed he always says he will melt my heart That’s not all he’ll melt But how can I leave him He’s what I wake for every day And the reason I sleep in late He keeps me awake with vile things Lustful and erotic fantasy Moments of passion and pain Blood and blister Hate and greed He holds me in with his voice He pulls me back with his everlasting lies He binds me in to sin He makes me an irresistible temptress The world wants me and accepts me when he is around How can I turn away from him He’s made me a star* He is ecstasyTrue, this guy is real, and I've got to dump him. He's a real drag. But I just can't seem to do that. He's so up lifting, but he will always bring me down. Roury Written April 22nd, 2002 © on Apr 21 2002 04:29 PM PST   18 • 0 • 16