Talk to me in whispered tones, confessing with a devil's grin
Exactly what you want from me
Smiling, knowing I'll oblige
Holding pills with beckoning hands, coaxing me in from the cold
Rotted head and reddened eyes, beg me for one more mistake
Talk to me like I'm God, confessing through stifling tears
The emptiness that I fill
Though I stand a hollow man with nothing left to give
My body begging for warmth
Writhing snakes in sheets
Taste the air with flickering forked tongues
Coupled yet in solitude