gripping round my statue eyes
burnt crisp with wakefulness.
voice and unpretentious
there is no point in trying to fight
uninvited abhorrent spirit
moldering in my fragrant sheets
you sure know how to set the mood
tonite we will unite in vain
seduce me, master of motive
& intent to kill
it will be vapid and dull as a flesh hacking bull-fight
bound by barbed wire, me and the emptiness
a thousand coffins dropped into the ground
the black hole will swallow me again.