I like it    I don't like it

run, desire, run

this sexual being

run him like a blade

to and through the heart,

no conscience

one motive:

cater to the hollow

screaming feed me here

fill me up again

temporarily pacify this hungering

so grow,

libido throw

dominoes of indiscretions down

falling all around in cycles,

in circles

constantly consuming,

conquer and devour.

'cause its time to bring the fire down

bridle all this indiscretion

long enough to edify

and permanently fill this hollow

screaming feed me here

fill me up again

temporarily pacifying

feed me here

fill me up again

temporarily pacifying