the poet meets 'lady in red',

hooking her arms around my shadows, like she owned the way my body swayed

against her delicious highs.

like eve, the resistance remains shattered,the honey drippin' off her lips, making me rock

my body against my hand; for instance she pleasures me. foolish and in love, she pulls me in,

placing her hands on my wings, that has been ripped by someone else.

seeing her hold another woman,

brought fire into my heart, smoke to my lungs,

how do you follow the wind so fast, without even bothering to call me back?

when you take your hand off me, and pretend like you're the woman i never had.

envy pours out of my heart, out of a broken sinner who loved your voice.

remember how i was the best you had?

tell the quiet toxin, how you miss her toxins.