lust

"My blood is dirty garbage water. My flesh - a husk." My skin is filthy, my breath - obscene. Douse me with lust.

Do you remember how it feels to be alive? Your wicked mind has turned you into a fucking parasite. Your lips bleed poison and body throbs as you pleasure yourself. You're never getting back the happiness that your childhood self had felt.

I'm no better. I've done things that left dark tints. We'll rot forevermore until it's finally time to sink. So sing with me this dull, unremarkable hymn. Sing, sing away for some fucking seraphim.

Love is mystifying, and all we know is lust. Our lust will never quench, neither will it rust. We lust for more, we lust for another whore. Gauge out my eyes, so I can't sin no more. We masturbate to the gore, we lust for this. We lust for that, we lust for nonexistent bliss.

No, I don't want you. I just want your flesh. There's kerosene around, and I lust for death.