My Lust Filled Heart of Empty Lies

She has left again - left me with a taste for her skin. Left open sores from forgotten wounds that are silently buried with in. I sit, wait, and anticipate a friendly hello or goodbye but instead I stick myself wondering why? On that note I shall reflect and envision moments of clothing lying on the floor, for my lust filled heart can do nothing more then undress you with my eyes. "Doesn't it hurt," …

…Alone now, I agree and I dictate, "Pain is all I know how to feel and the more I get the less that it's real. This sick, twisted man I am has sold his soul, abused his health, and lost his mind. With nothing left he lives through: inebriation, desire, and empty lies." Writted by Eric Dick June 6, 2004. If you wish to contact me feel free: aim: xnotsuohx yahoo: xiwbx icq: 16973003 email: ebdick@gawab.com