next time it's your turn

close your eyes, i'm still staring.
Breath in and out, reaching for a reason to stop.
In the middle of this hand touching you, you might find peace.
a striking blow wakes up the beast in you, as you rush to get your blood out of the floor, you smile, staring, and kiss me quickly before going to bed.
And then i cry as you get farther away.
cry in the middle of the night, without music, without scenery, without real pain, but with a nasty smile of pleasure upon your face.
"next time you it's your turn dear"