Kisses, moans and teenage hormones.
One
My name is…
Well, it doesn't really matter.
Just call me Eros.
I don't know how it started. I don't know how my life became this.
This life; I'm living now. It's always the same.
I open my eyes.
I am awake and every fragile bone in my body hurts.
Everyday I wake up to find myself with a new broken Victim.
New bed that shelters me for a night.
New arms that wrap around me to keep me safe for a night.
New lap to comfort me for a night.
It's always the same.
I tend to get bored easily.
That's why I'm unstable.
I love to shift and move around.
From one guy to another girl.
From one bed to another car parked in Wal-Mart's parking lot.
Explore the world, explore others, and explore the human nature.
I have what it takes that's why I get luckier every night.
All the girls want me and every guy desires me.
I don't choose my Victims. They choose me.
A fake smile plastered on my face.
It languishes and hypnotizes them and brings them to me.
They are usually devastated and vulnerable.
That makes everything easier for me.
That's how I live my life.
Go to nightclubs.
Have a couple of drinks and wait…
Then offers wash me and fall onto me like pouring rain.
To spend the rest of the night with them.
The evening usually starts with talking. That's not the purpose of me being here.
I use the most powerful-sweet-weapon; alcohol.
It eases and ameliorates the atmosphere and put myself in the mood.
A hurricane of emotions takes place.
A storm of lies impure their bodies, hearts and ears.
I love the shivery feeling that I get.
When I and they are stripped from the fabric we were wearing a while ago.
I drive them crazy.
I make them follow me to the ocean of sin.
I make them sink with me to the bottom.
The bottom of my filthy desire.
All the 'I love yous' are nothing but deceptions…fabrications…lies.
The moans that escape from my throat are pretended.
The passionate and lustful kisses are…
Nothing.
They have no clue that by the morning it will end.
Later…we drift into…
A peaceful sleep.
To wake up again.
With mixed and forgotten memories of the previous night.
Clothes are everywhere.
I left up my body from the reeky covers and sheets.
Dragging my body on the morning after the eventful night can be tiring.
I wear my clothes and head to the door.
Never look back.
That's how I live my life.
I live and breathe to shatter their little hearts.
And to waste my time until I turn to die and turn to dust.
Don't get me wrong, I call them up again.
We hang out and have fun.
But, it won't last.
Maybe a week or so.
But it will end soon.
Be careful you may be my next Victim.
Well, it doesn't really matter.
Just call me Eros.
I don't know how it started. I don't know how my life became this.
This life; I'm living now. It's always the same.
I open my eyes.
I am awake and every fragile bone in my body hurts.
Everyday I wake up to find myself with a new broken Victim.
New bed that shelters me for a night.
New arms that wrap around me to keep me safe for a night.
New lap to comfort me for a night.
It's always the same.
I tend to get bored easily.
That's why I'm unstable.
I love to shift and move around.
From one guy to another girl.
From one bed to another car parked in Wal-Mart's parking lot.
Explore the world, explore others, and explore the human nature.
I have what it takes that's why I get luckier every night.
All the girls want me and every guy desires me.
I don't choose my Victims. They choose me.
A fake smile plastered on my face.
It languishes and hypnotizes them and brings them to me.
They are usually devastated and vulnerable.
That makes everything easier for me.
That's how I live my life.
Go to nightclubs.
Have a couple of drinks and wait…
Then offers wash me and fall onto me like pouring rain.
To spend the rest of the night with them.
The evening usually starts with talking. That's not the purpose of me being here.
I use the most powerful-sweet-weapon; alcohol.
It eases and ameliorates the atmosphere and put myself in the mood.
A hurricane of emotions takes place.
A storm of lies impure their bodies, hearts and ears.
I love the shivery feeling that I get.
When I and they are stripped from the fabric we were wearing a while ago.
I drive them crazy.
I make them follow me to the ocean of sin.
I make them sink with me to the bottom.
The bottom of my filthy desire.
All the 'I love yous' are nothing but deceptions…fabrications…lies.
The moans that escape from my throat are pretended.
The passionate and lustful kisses are…
Nothing.
They have no clue that by the morning it will end.
Later…we drift into…
A peaceful sleep.
To wake up again.
With mixed and forgotten memories of the previous night.
Clothes are everywhere.
I left up my body from the reeky covers and sheets.
Dragging my body on the morning after the eventful night can be tiring.
I wear my clothes and head to the door.
Never look back.
That's how I live my life.
I live and breathe to shatter their little hearts.
And to waste my time until I turn to die and turn to dust.
Don't get me wrong, I call them up again.
We hang out and have fun.
But, it won't last.
Maybe a week or so.
But it will end soon.
Be careful you may be my next Victim.