I've been building walls and locking doors for
so long... I can't find my way out of this concrete
maze I've constructed to incarcerate myself.  
Sentenced for your crimes I've locked away
the pieces of myself that once made me feel alive
and broken the bones that used to stabilize
this utter wreck of what I've become.

I used to dream of you and me, bodies merged
in ecstasy, painted in the moonlight that
splashes through these windows and sets aglow
the dim and darkened corners of the room.
Late at night I can still taste the lingering
remnants of your erotic flavor dancing across
the surface of my parched lips, inebriating me.
Charging through my vein like liquid flame to
singe and sear the the flesh from off the bone
and leave me here, bent and broken all alone.

Sometimes I can feel you here, besides me on
these sheets.  The tender touch of your leg brushing
up against my own beneath the covers and yet
I've never actually felt it.  My mind works overtime
to fabricate this image of you and project it
through these eyes.. pixellated perfectly in all
your regal majesty, hypnotic eroticism seething
from inside, threatening to capture all of me.

Take it now.  Take it all.  I'm sick of these
echoing lies and pipe dreams that can never be.
All I really want is you here with me, at the
end of the day, soaked in the electric glow
of the tv screen.. I want to see your eyes
reflecting only me.