Here I sit here all alone
My bed it does not feel like home.
Home is where the heart is they say,
In that case home is far away.
I hear a familiar voice inside my head,
A voice I believed to be dead.
My body begins to quake; my blood begins to boil.
Leave it up to Carlita, it's her moment to spoil.
She teases me from deep within.
Life without her I thought could begin.
But she obviously has other plans.
Around the room, her eyes scan.
"There is something I want in that drawer"
I beg and from my heart's core.
I know it makes no difference and feel a sense of doom.
Before I know it I'm moving around the room.
Before I can react it's a...