A leech
Passing unseen
Kicked in mouth
Firm
Will prove sex slave
All encompasses
High gets you by
Broken glass
In a crystal blown
Problem room
And one day
You will have no one to run to
Self, self-satisfier
Burns the genitals down
No sensation
Promise your heart to the slut
Who slept in your bed
In her bed (in your head)
Where it must have some reason in all I said in his head
All I said
(?)
Nowhere to run to
One of two looks back
Wonder which is real
And the naked arm that heals the jaw
You will see the truth, so what?
Your gift is misused
Your gift is misused
Your gift, your gift is a curse of it all
(?)
When it is done you will have no one to run to
No one to run to