Heart in a bird cage,

rough hands wrapped around my throat gently soothing down,

seducing fear inviting death,

sweet and bitter.

The pleasure of thrill ran vain deep all at once a burst of danger.

Explosive words, daring to contaminate the one who comes in its way,

flinch at the thought of letting go,

a deadly drug that seems to be the only thing making this living worth while,

aware of this undeniable desire,

what's life without moments of a deer caught in the headlights.

Rather ask for forgiveness later than ever be sorry in the moment,

a motto lived by religiously, praying hell has a sip of water,

smoke filled lungs from all the fires our touch has created.