Sex and Death

Two ideas permanently linked
Like your flesh is to my own
Our love has been inked
On paper all have known
No longer the bind it once was
To be a wife or a groom
I like to think it’s because
Our binds are in the bedroom

And when my hand
Wraps around your throat
A mark is left by my band
And the other is used to grope
The sweet skin you surrender
And my lust brings dirt
To what used to be so tender
And sometimes I get to hurt

The woman who sold her soul
The woman I now control
The woman I have defiled with sin
The woman always begging me to begin

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About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
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5 Responses to Sex and Death

  1. These would be perfect lyrics for a song by the Doors 😉

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  2. This is a very powerful piece. ❤

    Like

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