That Night
That Night
It was full moon,
Hiding behind it's dark cloud.
It was too soon,
For the beetles to cry loud.
It was lunatic,
To not feel her cold finger;
Trying to mimic,
Every act of a strangler.
May it was lame,
For me to give her the opportunity
Or it's out of shame,
For her to use my fragility.
But whatever it maybe,
There is loveless sex for me
And a tedious being for her.