Mnemonic

I’ve mnemonic sensitivity.

I want your radioactivity,

Your darkest of divinity.

You’ll see the paranormal, my demonic activity.

Kiss me on the cheek and feel the electricity.

Fuck until we’re dead, but I prefer the intimacy.

I love you unconditionally.

We both want the same thing, we just go about it differently.

I’m star-struck, yes that’s my middle name.

Watch me go insane, grind against the grain.

Once you break my trust, I’ll never trust the same.

The sun can still exist regardless of the rain.

They’ll take anything worthwhile just to treat it like a game.

“Look! There’s a rainbow in the sky! Let’s pour it down the drain!”

So, whatever doesn’t kill you gives you killer instincts.

If I can’t extract the truth from you, I’ll try a different precinct.