Your naked gaze, leaves its mark of my body, Every time you smile at me, a scar is driven across my heart, striping me down to shame, praying, that you peel the rest away, slowly shredding the last walls of dignity In the motel rooms of my mind, stinking of cheap Cologne and discarded discharges, I go from room to room like a Mad harlequin looking for dead jester, searching for signs of you, so your memory could ravage me My pain, you once said, was bioluminescent, it made my scars glow in the dark but you would never know, even as I stood naked in front of you, my soul was nothing but cigarette ash There is a bridge of sadness over the river of sorrow, from whose ledges lovers jump into a fiery sun, by whose shadows you used to undress me, marvelling at the falling men and women, a shower of dead stars I now stand alone, stark naked, with nothing to show but the bankruptcy of love shorn madness, begging for you to come back, just so your memory could ravage