I am dark, destitute in my emotion

I am queer, a prostitute in my affliction

I am chained, a soul with no heart and no dignity

I am madness personified, cheating my own morality.

I prefer to be hated, tortured and absolutely nothing less

I want you to crush me, stab me and be painfully ruthless

I want you to rape me, not just my body, but my sanity

Don’t kill me yet, oh please, first destroy my vanity.

I know I am that last bit of tequila shot

That final kick before you quit for the night

You go home and cleanse yourself with a shower so hot

The taste of tequila lingering strong, tell me, am I not right?

Yet you still prefer that last glass of water before your eyes shut tight

Yet you still prefer that last glass of water before your eyes shut tight…

The pain in my heart is nothing more than a wrinkle in your smile

I tried not to think of you, even if it’s just for a while

But to tell you the truth, I know I am that burning comet

Flashing across the night skies, where you and I first met

Illuminating forgotten desires, breathing life to a passion so great

Whispering soft chants of intimacy you seem to overrate.

I know I am that dark chapter in your illustrious history

A story so transparent, except that one piece of mystery

You think you are trapped in a vortex of responsibilities

But in the process, you abolished my most cherished sensibilities.

You have your reasons, I know, I have to accept

You leave me no choice but to feel oh so abject.

Every night at the very end of your nightmare

My dream begins, my friend, you will never be aware…

Yet you still prefer that last glass of water before your eyes shut tight

Yet you still prefer that last glass of water before your eyes shut tight…