This incessant thirst for torture
bubbling up Like puke in the throat
I want your feedback all over me
Drape my mutilated soul across your chest
Staring out with aching eyes at the vast nothingness before us
I scream at myself on the inside
The high is never worth the low
The thrill of trouble is electrifying
If my inner wisdom goes unheeded
The Situation will unfold
into a disgusting place of being
Like a gas station bathroom
Bleakness will creep in, Settling into my center
Followed by ugliness,
Addiction Ravaged pallor
Stealing the rightful place of beauty
Resisting histrionic tendencies