The Man Between Pleasure & Pain

You hate him until you see him again.

You hated yourself before his scars.

Comes and goes out your back door.

Drinking gin and driving fast cars.

Cigarette smoke on satin lips.

Carries a knife with a cross etched in.

Back handed compliments meant for you.

Wanton desires are merely a sin.

Studded leather jacket on a clean, white shirt.

Too cool to know who the fuck you are.

He'll draw blood but suck out the venom,

And make you shudder in the back of his car.

Pain and pleasure tango before you.

A dance too familiar to the beat of your heart.

The sugar is sticky and someone is bleeding.

When he drives away, you fall apart.