I’m hungry! It’s a hunger that could probably never be satisfied. But I will let it out to see if I can come close. Excuse me while I press and pull the very thing that makes you uncomfortable. Maybe that’s what I’m hear for…the torture. I’ll give it to you and maybe you’ll see a piece of my death.
How do you feel about life…you know that day to day thing you wake-up to only feel… What? What is it? Is it that silence you can’t stand? Or how about those faces you see day in and day out? The words that are spoken, can they tell the truth about things, your surroundings, or yourself? How about this, do you even have the guts to know the answers? If not, how can you say you know yourself? Where the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want? You only have a moment on the earth to find out.
Speaking of knowing, what do you really know? Is it all a lie? I want to know the love! I want to know the adventure! I want to know is it true you only know life when you are close to death. Do I dare to risk? Do you dare? Would it matter to someone who is lifeless anyhow? So many lost souls I pass each day. So many of those without souls who keep walking through life, I pass everyday. Find your home lost ones and maybe you’ll find peace; for nothing else in this world can grant it.
Lick around the pain! Gather the debris of your past and tell me it doesn’t hurt. Go ahead…lie about it and tell me that it feels better now. Why not make love with a demon for the night and tell it you love it for all its unfortunate attributes. Embraces the fires of passion for its wrong doing with pride and recognize that you need to know. It’s all ok if you understand the animal and its purpose. We all have it.
What about me, my dearest love. I think about all those that have past before my eyes and my thighs with a sweetness that I could only know. Did you enjoy the show? Was it good for you or do you hate like most in the world? Have we not learned a lesson from all this? Remember, how you promised me… What was it that you promised? Tell me. I want to hear it from your lips as if it was yesterday. How about that kiss that dropped a heart through the earth into molting lava? Oh wait, did you not feel that? Thank you for the thick skin. I hope you got it in your eye. I’m no longer so fucking eager.
Still I love and try. Those in the know, know, but fight with me. They stand by my side from even beyond the grave. They love and try just the same. We fight for what’s left only to hate those in hate and burn those who have burnt others. However, trust is so few and wavering. Where are the eyes that don’t hide, but only reveal honor? Do you dare reveal yours? Bare your heart and soul in the name of faith. Or has faith left you as it has left so many those devout. I can no longer fall on my knees…
