Murder at the Hotel

The last night spent in a hotel room just like the first,
Where the only fumblings are now our words,
Spilling out like blood stains on a carpet.

Too many "last times" to know that this is the last,
Desires no longer satiated by brief encounters
Our promises lie discarded at each others feet

There are no more tears to forego the inevitable
Your lover's touch only hours old has cooled
And how different you look as morning approaches

Back arching and repelled by your own desire
You begin to line your morals like a firing squad
Knowing each accusation is a mortal wound

Bitter-sweet, I swallow this rejection you call love
Picking up my clothes, I dress my humiliation
With your apologies searing me like sunbeams

A willing accomplice now turned the hapless victim
You have turned your eager heart against me
Quickly forgetting the sighs of last night's passion

Sending me back to him the only way you know how
With the bullet of your memory in my brain
And the fading glow of your touch on my skin