I erode without falter                                                           ­                                           
Riding on the prayer that holds a pretty notion                                                           ­         
To detach much like my former self shepherds euphoria                                                
The salt burns, red flesh blooms, puckered and ignored                                                
Hear me you beast of the sullen depths!                                                          ­              
****** into submission, subdued through the dull ache                                                      
I do not deny my servitude, I relish in it                                                               ­             
The plummet expected, a death desired
An appetite for masochism seeks recipes for avidity                                                        
T­he bruises left are a sweet delight, a benevolent impression                                              
A taste of copper and gray swindles a once ignorant soul                                                
Walk me to the ****** existence of man, we’ll watch its rapture                                    
That flaccid timber where he sits burns, forever embedded                                                  
The nights of putrid orchards sought after with vigor                                                          
W­e are burdened and writhing, just as ***** ought