There's a flicker of light
Behind your eyes
And I've never seen that smile before
And I want to worship, please, adore
But the gag's drawn tight
The mouth is dry.

The world's a bazaar
With lives to buy
And I a liar, gypsy, thief
To dance for charms, to whore my grief
And sell it off in little jars.

We choke and gasp
You drain me dry
I drank your soul with bleeding lips
A spiral dance around our hips
You rip me raw
I hear you cry.

The world's a bazaar
To sell your soul
Decant your poisons one by one
The venom burns across my tongue
And draws me back into your arms.

There's a flicker of light
And a forked tongue
And I never read the label through
But that's what snake oil tends to do
So hold me close
My love, I'm done.

I'm actually quite pleased with parts of this (surprisingly). I suspect that next time I look at it I'll notice the myriad of faults, but for now, it will do.
Comments on this very welcome.