I am rotting from the center. Just like this room. My sleep is burning. Or maybe that's my liver. The smell of brain cells clouding over. I worked my penis red and raw. Just to watch you take off your clothes. I fuck you from a remote distance. In many positions. With wine-stained lips. I pour the years into a glass. So I can forget and survive a few more. I outlast the clouds at last. Baby, I'm a sunset going down. Darling, I'm a sunset. Burning all alone.