prince charmeless

Eric kisses like it's a chore. Bathing me with saliva and feeding me his tongue.
Eric touches as if he was doing me a favour. Forceful, insipid, unskillful.
Eric fucks, finishes and rolls over. Snores. He must think I'm a sex doll.
Eric dies with a knife in his chest, but I swear to the police it wasn't me.
It was every women
               dissatisfied.

autumn came, despair and craze

Eventually, all feelings pass.
Eventually, everything passes.
Nothing is forever, forever
will the nothingness be.

The lake, the temperate forest,
we're in a postcard scenery.
I worry about you and me,
stepping on dry leaves while
we head to the lake where
I promised to drown you.

No more broken promises,
you say. You're over-reacting,
I say. But I drown you anyway.
You were asking for it. And
the adrenaline passes eventually.

Sui is by my side, will I ever be by Sui's side?

One can only go the distance for so long
          until one ends up burning the maps
        and throwing away the running shoes.
One grows weary, as the leaves, even though
        it may not yet be one's turn to fall.
     It is that one saw too many summers
             in the same year, or is it that the
              summer days all feel the same?
 One wonders, sometimes, how would
           the floor feel like, or if the wind
         would carry us carelessly, and
        how would freedom taste like.
 One never dares, thou, the summer days
          remain all the same (such a shame)
         and autumn may never come.

trite

You say I only say mean things to you,
                 well, I'll try and be nice.
       You are a very sweet whiny bitch
   with a devil soul and psychopath eyes.

I'm glad we both feel this is a mistake,
       things will get done much easier now.
 A bullet to the head may not be very elegant,
           but it gets the job done.       Pow!

And now, back to the show,
    we find ourselves in a catch-22.
   I daydream about you needing me
   but those dreams are never true.