Under warm luminescent night,
Peak at the door in the dim light,
Beast in the grainy shadow hides,
Pleasure in form of white satin,
Keeps life in a lonely setting,
He is the one who guts the pig,
In the bathroom full of water,
Covers walls in staining color.
He used to be my guest,
I was losing all my rest,
He is part of my life now,
Playing games in my eyes,
His nails are razor sharp,
Touch is candlelight soft,
He’s happy where he hides,
He smiles California wide,
Still wild for a bloody ride.