She

She creeps in, easing herself slowly into my bed

Her darkened poison hands push down on my chest

the pleasant sinking feeling returns

I feel so miserably complete

Her vulgar tongue gently moves, corrupting me

changing me, i am not the same

is this my true self? or just her sickened lies? 

I feel so miserably complete

When she leaves, i wonder.

Will she return for more?

So long she clung but now am i free?

Or lost without her.

Her beautifully twisted body,

latched onto my trembling wet back.

But i know she will always be within me

and with her i know 

I feel so miserably complete.