The Depths of the OceanI woke up next to you,More Like This
just a few inches from you side.
But as I rolled over to find you,
you were taken by the tide.
Waves of red all messy and mangled,
you hair shined brightly in the morning light.
But when you turned to your side and opened your eyes,
I forgot who you were in sight.
"Good morning love." you said to me
"would you like some eggs and toast?"
"Who is this stranger?" I thought to myself,
"and why does he seem more familiar than most?"
We awoke on a beach of monotony,
and the sand grew thick in our eyes.
It was as though we were treading in deep water,
swimming from each other to stay alive.
I accepted the morning coffee and smokes,
and ate a plate of wholesome food.
As you tried to cuddle me, touch me and kiss me,
I realized I knew not what to do.
You ship of success set sail when you were young,
and I did nothing but watch you leave dock.
But I am a sailor, a dreamer and believer,
I wasn't meant to be anchored, nor stopped.
I was left wanting nothing but to tell you th
Sensual TortureSensual Torture:More Like This
You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...
We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...
Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the
fear.i. i'm not afraidMore Like This
of falling; landing face down
and scraping my face on cement
or falling down and tasting mud
and having to crawl, crawl, until i find
a way back up.
i'm just afraid
that i'll never fly.
ii. sometimes i worry
about 'what if i break?' and
'what if no one can put me back
together?' and 'what if
there's no fixing broken people?'
and then i worry
'what if i'm already broken?'
and it scares me.
it scares me.
iii. sometimes, i'll look
inside myself. sometimes, i never
see anything. and i want to grab a shovel
and scrape, scrape, scrape at
the top layers and maybe there's something
underneath, maybe it's not
hollow inside, but i'm so afraid
that it might be. that maybe
iv. the walls of my mind are dark,
lined with sorrows and i lose myself
in my thoughts. i'm lost within
myself and maybe there's no way
out. [i've never been good
with directions, you know.] i'm trapped,
i think. this thought leaves me
exhausted, at the bottom of a hole
with no will to