I'm drunk enough to drink
a toast to my own demise
no fear no time to think
death comes no surprise.

I can't control my inclinations.
I try so hard for explanations.
All I got in and out deviations.
Might I buy your expectations?

I reached inside my heart
and found the broken part.
It was not believing in love
only hold lust's black dove.

Pretend to be perfect. A Masquerade.
  Age and pounds of flesh will betray.
  We all pour through the hourglass
  swallow anything keep truth at bay.

I'll live a century and we'll all fly.  
I've broken many hearts; mostly mine.
  Let's meet in a Cabaret on Venus and
  Share our dearest sins one more time.

Always the sweetest taste of all.
First French kiss and touch a bra.
You tamed my snake with your kiss.
I tasted your secret garden's bliss.

Whenever you think of me
I'm just lost flawed beauty.
We were always meant to be
madness always set me free.

I learned my ABC's and read the secrets.
  Words like puzzle pieces showed me truth's
  that Gods never thought we'd understand.
  I found poetry at world's darkest edge
  when flying too close to her boiling sun
  at midnight in my blind blank black heart.
  Ginsberg told of his generation's addiction
  crawling at dawn to find their needed fix
  what rough beasts, their hour comes due
  slouches towards our Bethlehem
  to deliver the final crucifixion.