slave to good intention mastermind the great a victim to the culprit of finding out too late
so I linger in the hallway one story down below longing for a 45 revolver and a 62 bordeaux
but you’re the only one who can please me you’re the only one
I hear the creaks in the floorboards a firmament above I can chart the course of your star like a dirty hand in glove and I’m lurking in the holes creeping cross the corners cuddle up so soft and safe close your eyes and calculate
one to nullify the pain two to make it real again three please give me one to grow on four my recompense five don’t leave me in suspense six promise not to peek