Jan 18, 2006 15:12
I possessed my own shapeshifter,
He was as beautiful as any,
A sex-seething word-twister,
That always pleased me plenty.
One moment he'd be my very heart,
A mischevious romancer,
The next I'd feel him slowly start,
To devour me like a cancer..
He'd dab away my tears,
And tell me that I was okay,
I son realized that though it cleared,
I depended on it each day.
I enjoyed the pain too much,
And the soothing of it after,
With every squeeze of his changing clutch,
The old me emerged more tattered..
I can change my shape as well,
And even blend into the walls,
And there isn't anyone that can tell,
That I'm there at all..
Only he can watch me move,
And feed off of my sores,
He knows I can't refuse,
This makes me want it more..
I lay broken, shape-shifted,
A smile on a bloddy face,
Torn open, soul twisted,
The heart's a bitter taste..
[I totally fucking love you ]