I felt your presence today,
and you were closer than you've been
in awhile.
I felt your touch today,
and your hands slid down my face and
chilled me.

For a moment, a moment,
my mind was open and exposed,
the naked conversation for me to know;
and I felt you whisper sweet nothings
in my mind, with a wicked grin on your face
"Come now, sweetie, 'atta girl…"
And I wanted you, so bad,
I was so ready to let you swallow me whole;
make me your bride today —


at myself,

And I felt you shrink back,
slithering away into the hole where you live.

Ohh, you tricky bastard.
You sly son of a bitch.
When will you leave me?
When will I finally murder you?