Cure

How many whores have walked through my door
Laid waste to my mind, robbed me blind
Then taken me down to where the heat
Blisters the skin upon my feet
Makes me reach out and seek
A place where I can rest in peace

How many times have I lost my mind
Only to find that it's not my kind
As you take me out to your street
You make me reach beyond your reach
It's the place that you seek
As I go to sleep

How many doors get inside my walls
It's hard to find my, hearts gone blind
As I take you down to where the heat
Melts down your skin, then burns your meat
Makes me reach out and eat
As your mind rests in peace

How many times does this cross my mind
I think that I'd rather be blind
So that I can ignore all that bleeds
Then as my head nods off to sleep
My dark side will reach out and seek
The cure, so that I'll rest in peace

© 1995, Mosquitobyte