the cult of sensations

 
vulnerable feelings be damned
I seek comfort in your charms
my darkness screams and shatter the silence that invaded
in my culted heart my masochism shines

I secret myself away in the cold
I prefer the pain of things
the hurt tells things honestly

there are no soft edges
just moments in between the torture
to breathe life and the beauty offered
my lungs fill and I sigh
it feels good to know you're alive

I've known emptiness intimately
it's a dull ache that's never true
it will lie to you
telling you this is what it takes to fill it

when it's a greed so vast
it can't only be appeased
with constant sacrifices to the god of need
where disenchantment covets what you offer
in the bitterness weep knowing you will never have what you seek

I gather the darkness and the stars with it
understanding my truths
and in the that I shine