Nameless

[cold_gentlemen]

but in the heartless jungle of a thousand dark regrets
full of morphine kisses and the burns from cigarettes

hypnotized, you draw to me the leather on your thighs
parted just to play for me the puppet I despise

and if I choose to draw cold fingers down your throat
open all your essence with a sanguine farewell note

then let you kiss the knife I pressed to tangle you in lies
you'll never see a drop of satisfaction in my eyes

for I am trapped in aftermath and drowning in perfume
an idiot to act this way, with this slave, in this room

a useless pantomime designed to spark some lasting flame
futile as the echoes of a long-forgotten name.