He'd make a lovely heroin addict.

Sometimes, i forget to breathe.
And then it feels like I'm born again when i inhale.
Perhaps it's life's day to day reminder of death.

I'm obliviated and obliterated.
I want to be ravished by a principle unbeknownst to me,
stealing my conscience so rapidly,
as to let wisdom flow from my teeth sensually.

Fuck with the stars.

Pain strikes my lower registry. I am in dire need of a love so understated, that even my gargantuan mouth couldn't break its bond. I've only got until I completely give up on the possibility of finding anyone attractive.