viernes, 6 de abril de 2012

Not tonight

I'm getting an urge for dark places
cold places
to feel some stranger's mouth
on private places
the smell of feces and latex

I'm tired of waking up on strange sheets
dirty sheets
wrapped up around strange legs
to not remember his name
Walk around lost in this place

Let me have the strength to say not tonight
It won't happen, at least not tonight