You know what you are?
The tornado that rips open all my vanities with savage, primeval force.
Pins me down to the ground with the brutality of the Nazi jack-boots.
Tears every hair off my skull one by one...with absolute nonchalance.
And then levels your lovely moon face with my ugly, twisted visage
frightened like a puppy just about to be crushed
under the wheels of an unforgiving truck and plead-
Make love to me, my love. Hold me tight. All I have is you.
Because without you, I'm so weak. And can't you see.....
I could kill no other?