Bangkok

here he is

my best friend, standing tall for my affection

holding on

no one's here, and it's good for my complexion

how sweet it is

just waking up, and facing acts of desperation

what can it do

to my life, but give him strength in unfamiliar places

let it go...

so i try,

to comply, when all my mags are in the basement

i'll turn the lights off

and i'll contimplate my next impression through

not a day goes by, that i still rely, on facing my addictions

you'll never understand, just what it's like,

to compromise, your own safety - and i know

the pressure builds up day by day

it's not real love alone they say

and not much more than i can take

and so i ask - will i lose my sanity

time will pass - it's only human kind

not too fast - one more wasted fantasy

so make it last - cause it's my private time

why should i

stand aside, revealing all my hiding places

the closet door

is open wide, it's killing all my concentration

when i fantacize, i try to close my eyes, and think of all positions

animalistic pleasure, is building pressure, untill the end,

now i can't breathe - and i know

somehow i've made it

i'm always frustrated

a model condition

takes hold of me, and i know