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Addiction & Excess

Maybe I love the taste,
Love the waxing hours
Romanticizing death
 
On the floor of a party
 
Oh, it’s a bitter demon
Who’s not without a toasted note;
Variety spices my life
Breach a castle, swallow its moat
 
You got me all wrong,
I’m not calling the shots
 
I’m the voyeur in this bloated carcass
I may dine in this temple of debauchery,
but I permeate it’s walls
 
I left the controls at the door
when I lifted the prey
and why not? This is my prime
 
I’m content to waste away.

(2014)

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