I cannot pretend that the beast inside does not indeed live behind these docile and ever watching eyes.
Behind my closed full lips, my teeth are gnashing restlessly.
In crippling madness I ache for that taste.
Slowly days, months, and years pass by casting their shadows.
I suffer in a stagnant silence, waiting that very thing that I crave.
That bitter red water like silk on my impatient tongue.
That perfume of heavy rust like a faint memory to me now.
Faintly I can still feel my quickened heart beat.
As I pace back and forth,
back and forth in my cage,
back and forth in my cage, I wait.
I am waiting for you,
I waiting for that exquisite pleasure to be known to me once again.