sphincter

 
stars in my laughter means I'm amused
by the hate in yours
you stir me down deep
I can't lie it's the devil in your eyes that does it to me every time

mischief in my haze means I'm alive
you wouldn't want me any other way
I speak to your dark

I'm comfortable in the darkness of your stare
when it cuts me I don't cry
I smile at the madman
who discovered my brand of magic tastes like true love

carnality of the flesh, with visions stolen from God's eye
to understand the genius of your insanity
to better know mine