Time waits for your lies,

your good intentions raped by the hollowness of your soul,

bathing yourself in sin,

feeding yourself on the sorrow of others,

rubbing yourself like an uncontrollable whore,

life your sin,

sex your redemption,

around we swing,

like a merry-go-round,

with you like a satellite,

circling me with cruel delight,

an ending so plain,

so sudden and true,

a disease called humanity,

a disease undone…