Monday, April 21

to now absent




When he hits, he hits hard.
In your vein, in your blood.
Fuck it burns, it hurts so bad.
Still it's best you ever had.

In sleep you chant his name,
But he's never to be tamed.
Desperate you knock on his door,
Though you've said, not anymore.

Conversation turns to yell.
There's nothing you wouldn't sell.
Chained, he drag your desire
to the great depth of hellfire.

You're motionless on front row.
Pure disaster made a show.
Promised to change the world.
Now you're deep in chemicals.



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