Bewildered, so confused and lost
At how easily you find it to become so cold...

Lust lingers,
with its odorless fragrance...

Feigning emotions once more
illusory promises dripping...

Despair clucthes, his grip slowly tightening
His fingers becoming my own special noose...

As alcohol numbs the pain,
smooth liquid blots it all out...

Blackened eyes slowly swell
as teardrops cascade down flushed cheeks...

I tease and aggravate
Make you ponder...

Fallacious, so deceiving
creating illusory calm...

Imagination,
unlimited...

I am
exceptional...

Lust
so pleasurable, intoxicating...

*Written for Abed's Hunger Game Contest-Round One*
Never understood the full concept...