I see you reposed,
and you’re stripped to the bone.
I see you’re alone.
The speaker complains,
through the hall and in vain.
He lives with the chains.
There’s a suite over there.
I smile ear to ear,
three rounds to a cheer.
I put my hands across your mouth,
try to muffle all the screams.
Makeup starts to run real thin,
while it smudges about your face.
I can’t take this place.
It’s something I can’t relinquish.
With the way you look at me.
I can’t take this place,
This has a upsetting space.
Wish things can go back,
to what they were.
