The memory of death.

Dragged in by your looks,
Drugged by your ecstasy,
Demand for pleasure,
Deemed unworthy for you,
Determined to have,
Destroying all in view.

Encumbered by the thought,
Embraced by the lust,
Enthralled within the passion,
Entranced by the vision,
Excited by your taunts,
Exquisite creation.

Anguish of envy,
Anxiety of the moment,
All of this comes crashing,
Attacking me at once,
Assuming the worst,
Accustomed to the past.

The purity of darkness,
Thrown into my soul,
Taken from me,
Tied to the pole,
Thought to be dead,
Thick is the air.

Having all of it,
Heaving convulsions,
Horrific illusions in my mind,
Horrid smells,
Half alive, half dead,
Holding the memory of you.