I could do anything I want to do.
I could be anything if I wanted to.
But I'll waste my time
living a beautiful lie.
At least I can say that I
lived while I was alive.

Hold me and tell your tales of gore.
Kiss me 'till my lips are sore.
Passion's run our veins out dry.
But I'm much too blind to consider why.

I crave your bruises on my neck.
Screaming, but we're not done.
Two denim lovers, hearts a wreck.
Pumping 'till we both hum.

Attached at the tongue you say?
I'd only ever ride that way.

Drag me across the floor and then
Kiss me all over again.
Leave no question marks this time as you pull my skin in synchronizing rhymes.

Kiss me like the wars are done.
Kiss me 'till we both feel numb.
Kiss me 'till we both taste blood and stars dance behind our eyes.

Don't leave my side 'till you decide my fire's best left replenished.
Once our time's done, and my neck is hung, you can carry on with your fetish.

Love me then leave me
Lonely, cold on the street.
Sick and dumb,
Just another discarded piece of gum.

Don't tell me I'm wrong for falling in love.
What's wrong is you pushing me away.
The look in your eyes, like I'm someone you never knew.
Tell me, what exactly did I do?

In a way, the whole human experience is laid out in reverse.

The more life we give to others, the younger we become.

As we give, we live.

With what we take, we make.

Our true selves, then, are not found.

They are created.