15 October 2012
Acrylic on the surface, Cold satin, deep within, Laced thick with all my secrets, The key, kept 'neath the rim.
I'll let you take a look see, If only you confide, In something I can bargain with, To show the words I hide.
If you give me a needle, I will trade you for some blood, And, if you provide a riverbed, I'll only cause a flood.
But there's something I am good at, It's a deadly sin called lust, I will gamble all my secrets, For a little thing called trust.
Little Black Box • Opuss № I