Woodland Romance

Lay naked and vacant
With dammed up bloodstream
Can’t recall when I came here
Has this all been a dream?

Caught in the tangles of your web
Writhing and screaming
Begging for more
Appetite that needs to be fed
Absence of meaning
Den of a whore

Gaze through drapes and curtains
See dim light bleed through
Where do you go to?
If only I knew

Under veil of dusk you return
In queer, cryptic mood
Dead air surreal
Inside your renewed hunger burns
Done playing with food
Time for a meal

Clawing and biting in joy
Perverted abuse of your personal toy
Digging in and digging deep
You savor this fuck so it doesn't feel cheap
It isn't disease you're trying to cure
The rough and the vulgar are the most pure

Dead but still living
I wake like before
And here I lay waiting
Still begging for more