Broken shards of glass,
A refraction of a part of you,
Treading on hot coals
Because you want to feel
The painful numbness
Of what it feels like
To be alive,
You weave in the intricate
Details of the Devil
Just so you can cast away
All remnants of innocence,
An exorcism happened in this bedroom,
You want to feel the dirt,
The grit,
The ferocity
Of a one night stand
As if it is your
Last night standing,
You want to be turned on
With lights off,

You want to be bad
At playing nice.