dare i say, do it
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.
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