(Kensington Palace, London)

and the rain is pouring

and i believe,

my time has come;

it reminds me of the day

i might leave,

i might leave you behind.

Your mouth, so hot

Your web, I'm caught

Your skin, so wet

Black lace on sweat

I hear you calling and it's needles
And pins
I want to hurt you just to hear you
Screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but
You're under my skin
I want to kiss you but your lips
Are venomous poison