I am sleeping
but I am not beauty

you are sin
and I am your sinner

so call the pope
or the minister,
the bishop or
the sinister

and lets hope heaven allows visitors

gravity pulls me closer to sin
it's skin on skin

and nobody wins
when its you and me

because you will always be
just another boy
who takes what he wants from me

we keep falling on each other
to fill the empty spaces
of our bones

but you are not home

just another boy
for another poem

and I'd rather be alone
than anywhere near you