Im attracted to the crisis
An exasperated intoxication
Feeding the flesh off a vexed bone
Savage
Brutal
& raw

Like a syndrome
Or the patterned shadows that paint the walls
I lie inside
Your secrets and you within mine

Burnt fingertips to pleasure the devil himself
His body ready
Hands pressed against my thighs

Can you keep up
Or let go?

Desire for destruction
Skin scars like mayhem
(or getting caught)

Like a nude child, naïve to itself
the lie, the sin or the culture
cultivating its losses
within its own regrets

I’m another figment of the world
Where no one is in control
Bound to lies, to fear, to a number or a name
Would you rather burn or drown?
Suffer or suffocate?

I’m hungry for the voices
Engulfed and enslaved
Desperate for destruction.
I’m asking you
To be my downfall.