round and round
it goes playing
who to blame
try to hide your
hate but doesn't
it eat you inside
to get beaten at
your own game

i entered into
your steeple and
bit the offering
and gave you a
taste of my wine
libertine nunery
and the holy
second coming

dictator
statue
i tower
above
and never
needed you

wanting is not depending
wishing is not desparing
longing is not devolving
craving is not depraving

contessa
failure
lessons
have much
to teach
only you

down and down
history, collection
of memories piled
the shame of you
justifies the
rejection inside
recalling even now
the time defiled