Poetry

Falling down, spiraling out

And I’ll happily ruin myself on you

Drowning in need

And I hate how it feels

Slow death padding in on two feet

I see red in your eyes

And I need to touch it

Dig deeper and pull it out

This broken thing of beauty

I love what I see

But I hate what I love

A slave to myself

To passion

And it’s killing me

Despair makes me scream

I just want to be free

Pull the trigger

Send death padding in on two feet

I’ll bleed out on the altar

An altar of pillows and chains

Sacrificed to the god of my youth