Broken down at the side of the road
locked out and it's so fucking cold
Nothing I can see but darkness
nothing I have but regrets.

Whispers in the night, whispers in the night.
No louder than the clacking of keys on a keyboard.

Desolate and cold and in a green hell of loneliness
and in my hour of need, there's nothing but needless flirting
flirting with danger, flirting with disaster,
flirting with you.

You raise my spirits but crush my hopes.
You create a stir in my head and in my pants
and make my blood pump ever more faster
but leave my mouth so dry and parched.

You relieve the splitting pain in my head
and redirect it to my groin.

Relief doesn't come easy,
in fact, it doesn't come at all,
no matter how many times *I* do.

I thrust and I thrust at it and there's nothing there to greet me
I come out from my daze and see the truth, there's
no ravenous mouth and no hot, aching body
no glistening chest with sweat-shined hair slicked against it
no tight rounds of flesh, throbbing and willing and wanting
no fingernails that are really more like claws, to tear my back to glorious shreds.

a pulsating, grinding, biting
ripping, tearing, screaming orgy of flesh and fury and ecstacy.

But you make me feel better, all the same.
You make me more confident in myself, even
even if
even if all you say is polite lies.

If they are... well that shows that on some level you care, doesn't it?
Astonishing.

And if they're not lies
if you speak the truth
like I dream you do
then...
then...
then YUM.

And as I burn in my green hell
as I scald and burn, as my skin peels and melts away
day after wretched day,
sometimes...
sometimes you're there.
Sometimes you're there to drench me in your essence... your sweat
and you work me into a crazed frenzy of skin, passion and desire.

And you take my mind off
my green hell
and I'm thankful.

Back.