C

These calloused fingers,
And these crooked teeth,
Will prey on skin and bones,
While these burning eyes,
And this serpent tongue,
Creep to the breasts,
And her scar ridden thighs,

There's an aching in the chest,
That just won't go to rest,
As the corpses line the streets,
And the drums all miss their beats,
The drugs will numb the pain,
And abuse you just the same,
When this sick dark world,
Fails again to call your name,

There's a loneliness you won't accept,
Though your lust remains content,
And the howling of the wind you see,
Reflects your betterment,
The trail of death behind you,
Is betraying your deep desire,
Accept the truth, my friend, my love,
Or your heart will just expire,

You are empty but you hide it,
And you just don't understand,
Why the pleasure that you feel inside,
Has always been so bland,
For the time has come my bitter pill,
To face up to the fact,
That the life that you are leading still,
Is based on broken pact,

To remove that empty feeling,
You must open up,
Instead of just retreating,
And drinking from that cup,
Of poison which you've always clutched,
To try and stop your cravings,
That lust will never go away,
It's written with engravings.