Die Tödliche Sieben: Sinneslust

Sweeping curves,
a bountiful feast
just begging to be had.
Mine eyes will the undressing do
far afore mine hands,
and yet compelled I do feel
to make reality
these sinister thoughts of mine.

The room is dark,
pungent with sin
and I follow those sharp curves
as they sit at the bar.
Mine heart does race
as I approach her and speak,
and listen, speak and listen again.
Endlessly we talk until night has come
and we find ourselves relocated.

My room is bright
yet I do easily change
the lighting situation quickly.
Pump her full of alcohol,
apply drugs cautiously
and find yourself a mate for the night
Her objections are merely suggestions
not meant to be followed, right?
She really wants it,
and so do I firmly take it from her.

Both of us spent,
her crying since ceased,
down into her eyes do I gaze.
Misery, sorrow, hatred, self-loathing
all in two small orbs.
I am thrown into my own hell
to spend an eternity in regret.
In court they find me guilty,
and so do I
and yet I lie behind thick bars
that keep me not in,
yet keep hell out.