I will never apologies
for the actions of my hedonistic heart.

And my life is rented space
to portray my demonistic art.

Of bottles empty and broken,
of girls sleeping soundly in a room of people
People spending time to waste it away
like so many nights before

The quit rebellion that squelches itself
when the body begins to
die faster than intended.

But the ******* feels like ecstasy
scrapping my nose

And the ***** tastes like nothing.
And my soul feels heated and ready to die.
Ready to die for a little more joy.

And the night
And for all children
Who are at home
Sleeping
Safe
bored
To tears