quiet. as always.
tomb-like.
charnel-house silence
outside.
stifling.
penetration, soft eyes
i don't deserve to see,
no sex, no whoring,
just love.
i don't deserve any of it.
happiness...?
oh, i know you try, love,
i know.
(stop trying, damn you)
unanswered questions
oozing from his bloodshot eyes
the train derailed again,
we were both aboard this time.