Stone Slave

wine and dine on the old skeletons in that dusty closet about the key to your secrets keep it, ill sleep on it figure it out another day rejection, rebellion, thats the way dont listen to what they say crazy, no dont dare suicidal, dont attempt to care you sucked the last drop of blood from my neck i feel empty DUH? huh? what did you utter from those wrinkled lips? those whips feel devine swung wide against my flesh making me blush all over, as i look for cover i love it when you deliver another blow, the scene replayed in my head slow mo orgasmic, yes you make me sick this shirt, my label, you made it stick you fucking prick im a slave, yes, nothing but a poor idiot commanded to build these statues but who are you to modify the faces i create?