what do you want me to say?

put your hands on my hips
and i'll dance for you.
pull me in, take a bow
i've got strings on you
feel your lies
grow and splinter
i'll run my fingers
down your hollow spine
we'll, like vines
on these walls,
intertwine
a stone soft face
those hands will taste
your own i fear
upon a stolen stare
from [my] medusa eyes
an old cold fixture
adorns an eden of
second hand thorns
my sincere regrets pinochio.