Sickly: Sweet

Trading obscene,
For hyped up salty dehydration.
Drained out; side way matter!
To substitute my nerve endings...
Replaced with light sugar!

To what you are to me;
Is one fucked up perfection I cannot wait to touch...
Your skin like cream,
Oh, to pour it all over me!
Nothing more bitter and tasteful,
Than you, my sickly sweet.

Trading nights,
For cool, early morning kiss breezes'
Blowing away; my will for dark shadows!
To bondage myself right into you...
Living in beautiful circuitry!


But what it means to be?


Maybe made of you...


Oh...


Please, light the fire?


Subtlety....


Get in my skin!









...Spark!