Not that you seem beautiful to me, or possess even a haunting resemblance,

For believe me this:-
You invoke in me shades shying pitifully so,
From arduous passion, attraction and lust
Effortless fancy inhabiting a young maiden's novel,
Believe me, you shatter to dust

Yet you interest me, and let none be the wiser
A bastard like you, the scum of my earth,
Oy vey, you catch me breathless

I sink in despair as I bathe now in alcohol
What have I done to deserve this?
Or you, I do mean, If I am being realistic -
What is about you that binds me?

The colorless pigment that masks as your skin
Or the tattered tufts of drool you call hair
The crooked skew that I'm told is your mouth
Or the holes in your face you call eyes!

You disgust me, you draw me, you trap me like air
The scourge of this earth to be known
You lie and you cheat with your voice, calm as velvet
With plenty to lose, none who cares

A silver platter? My dear, you have diamonds
With your hardest of decisions being choice
Spoilt for a lifetime and laughing in sin,
I pity the lady that bore you

Yet how is it now, why,
as I'm lying alone
Oh my arms
Why do they seek to possess you?