A mortal syringe delicious on drunk desire
Drifting in this desolate universe
Wings on the shadows of faded vigor
With a syringe of confidence that don't last
A purging of delicious poetry
As I get lost in the twilight
Stamping,  splintered,  limbs, with sins of temptation
Clinging to the flesh of demise
The taste of compulsion asking for asphyxiation