My craving
is a slave
to my constant
con of lack...
I seek
in the eyes
of people.

That
aren't as bleak
as
the world
happens to think they are...

I itch
to glitch
the fabric of
limit reality puts on
loving
souls.

But,
it leaves holes...



(****
ME.)



Cause I'm addicted to Love.



(SPARE ME.)



But, I don't want nothing of....

corroded cures.