A Lesson in Battling Demons by brokenbirthday

Softly bitten skin before me
And eyes enthralling by design
If I perish here
inside this febrile prison
I leave you all my hopes and spite

Marble lips merge into my own
Your body spurring its desires
And all I know
Is I am barely breathing
Its only hopeless if I try

“We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable.” (Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception)

If you leave it open
I'm crawling back on top
I don't mind
If you mind
But I'll make you understand why

All the words are spoken
And now I have the floor
I'll make you
forget your name
Forget why you ever came here