If I Win And You Die, I

I Merely Feel Emptyness. A Hollow Of Dead Brush Where Flowers Use To Bloom.

I Had To Do That. At Least Once.

The Sensation Inside Me Grows Warmer And Spreads Out From My Chest Down Through My Body Out Along My Arms And Legs To The Tips Of My Being. Instead Of Satisfying Me The Kisses Have The Opposite Effect Of Making My Need Greater.

When I Was Young I Was Trained In Stage Fighting And Rapier And Dagger, For Several Years.

I Drag Myself Out Of Nightmares Each Morning And Find There's No Relief In Waking.