Pre-Determined Eleven visible piercings and a hidden pleasure I refuse to admit Four months, I lapped water from skin so unfaithful yet sickly sweet (And sour) I secretly hope Sagittarius waxes his ball sack and flicks it in your face May chivalry treat you like a princess, but fuck you like a whore And should the universe tease you, like the petty little boy that you were Do all these horrible readings cause a vicious burning at our cusp? Animals reek of fiery sin; so ungrateful, pathetic and weak (At the knees) I secretly hope Sagittarius razors his scrotum and then slaps it on your face We share absolutely nothing in common We don't hold anything in common at all You and I share only a syllable with the fucking stars Pity soils your pillow - I'm still alone For now you sleep, sweetly