Furtive Monologue

This inaudible voice has flattered my ears

An unreal sound of distress

A sensation that aroused my being

This moment was all yours but

The pleasure was all mine

One day when this curtain will fall

Your eyes silently scream astonishing grief

The satisfaction I devour is not retribution

Your sorrow's my devotion

I'll be rewarded with your degradation

Nourished by bitter passions

My hunger for human deprivation will be quenched

No retribution

Your sorrow's my devotion

A furtive monologue

Closets, this theatrical masquerade

One day or another

One day when this curtain will fall

One day when this curtain will fall