Bones.

[rewiiired]

Rub the skin right off the bone
on through marrow, down to soul
straight on into the heart of nothingness,
a blink of ecstasy
that then, so grimly,
swiftly brings me back again

images in my skull, dancing so shameless
to the tune of a wicked mind
built up by dammed libido,
warped by too
much time alone and I

flood the system
trick the instinct
and push the boundaries
to escape the shell
aiming for exhaustion
never delivered at a depth,
forever left itching for more

then my mind comes back around again
the final solution, it could be true skin,
to bathe my endless filth in her caress

if only I could have her
if only I could stop
if only a taste could satiate
if only I could dig in, blow,
then just walk away
without attachment, so
without the pain of severance

yet the cockles follow the cock
then the feet run the other way
with the heart left to bear malnutrition
as I take matters into my own hands once again,
as I rub the skin right off the bone,
on through marrow...