Oh, Music
The kind of music
that excites the part of my mind
that makes me feel separate from mankind

The ******* rush of the void
slick softening comfort of the dark
like the sick arousing relief of your wife leaving you
the smile you swallow in the back of our throat, the only truth

As if, at last, I don't have to be... anything to anyone,
I can just hate and wallow and satiate,
my own made up desires
a husk. a beautiful dusk of a once bright human
being.
As if. But tomorrow always brings,
that disgusting dawn.