August 1997 - The softest bed

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The softest bed​

Your soft skin...is a bed.
Where I left my suffering and forgot the pain.
You are now only a distant memory.
Yet I remember, the blood, dripping from our sex stained sheets to your carpet.
You were lying there all fucked up and beautiful, with your hands and legs bound with rags.
Two machine-made holes, in your body. I put them there yet felt nothing.
What did it feel like to breathe? When I put my knife your chest to finish you off?
Time. Time...asphyxia.

Dead inside, I can’t distinguish me from you.
Dead inside, I can’t distinguish me from you.
My friend pain left me numb and I can feel it all at once and yet none.
The hands, hair and pillows I caress with emotionless love.
The fixated stare that makes sense in knowing you left me long ago.
All see is futility. All I believe is futility.
Time. Time...asphyxia.