Log here for the day:

...Don't you love me?

I have your sin sweat in one hand
and soft crush held sweet the other.

I will play you like the violin
riding raucous your approval.

Your cynicism is the iron of the building.
Edged jagged in hegemony, light casts *** on your delicacy.

I will scribble wildfire across the edifice's crumble,
dip my feet in its ashes as they cool.

Sacrifice the suffer civil
to darkness my home in glow.

Darling,
Grasp me firm as the destructive singsong you fling at me.

I can make no promises.
Admission to my heart's conquer
will stream bitter through my teeth in sweet.