Everyday I Die

The problems of need
I need you
Sleepless nights in
Rusty beds
No one came here
Tonight
I pulled on me
I needed to
I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hands
Everyday I die
Your favorite trick
Was to touch me inside
Oh so very
Art nouveau
Completely false
Feelings of love I don’t
Someone died here
But that was years ago
I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hands
Everyday I die
I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hands
Everyday I die