The Flesh
Why do you run away?
I know you want me.
Why do you pretend not to see me?
I can smell your lust.
I can only offer you my flesh.
My soul was sold long ago.
I offer you my body.
Your flesh smells of innocence and pain.
I can take it away.
Your eyes are tinged with the sadness of time.
I can give you light.
All I want is you.
But in the end you don't see me.
Why do you run?
When I offer you all that you've lost?
