He’d lost his mind
Lost his love, she was no more
Now without a meaning
He buried himself within another’s thighs

Once passionate, caring
Now lustful and selfish
Escaping his past by becoming a shadow
Only socializing in the night, in the sheets

Come the fifteenth
He’d perfected it
This one was under the command
Of his grasp, of his whispered words

But why live this way?
He did not care anymore
She took his dignity and righteousness with her
Now all he lived for was the moment.

Is there a point to feelings?
They lie, they die, they fly
Far, so far
They’ve left the horizon. The sun has set.

Now he’ll do his part
Loving with ire, to please the body entire
(Maybe the next night will
Make the pain go away).