Secret Kiss

November 16 2005

Oh, you, wretched object of my obsession.
I curse the day, I with thee, became enchanted...
This spinning spell consumes, deludes, and confuses.
Sit in vigilant observance,
To the decay of my perseverance.
Not the one I once was, but am the one I have become.
I have doomed myself to eternal torment,
And smile in the pleasure of it all.
The secret kiss I have for thee awaits the secret place.
Insanity compels the empty skull to think,
All the while aware of my crazed possession.
That ancient drum beats steadily between my legs,
In the darkness of this madness.
Slippery hands, slippery lips, covered in that secret kiss...
I lie awake in dreams of thee,
Pushing my mind further into insanity..