As he lay buried in sin
covered in their hands,
body plastered with unsterilized kisses
hiding his identity
between the thighs and legs
Shredded clothing
empty booze bottles
cradling the sleepless nights
Drenched in cold sweats
and to a heartless man
Desiring to hold her tight
every night
this sight
fufilled life
No isn't spoken when it's sex he desires
For he is a god in sex's empire
Sweat smeared on sheets
Drenching in fears, fears of being meat
Feeling empty and hollow
selling body and soul
so every morning
whenever he wakes
Looking in the mirror as he shakes
seeing a reflection
of a lost soul
Legs, thighs, legs, thighs
straining to hear himself
as he quietly speaks
"...why me?'
