Waiting
For the half dead,
Cold loose skin.
The hot stench
Engulfs
Every thought;
A blank mind
Caught in the dirty
Drenched
Shame of sin,
You need this.
The putrid, sweet
Rush
Of power, helplessness
Eyes of greed and false lust.
Wanted, held.
Loved
Like a one-hour
God, you lie.
Alone.
