singe

 
I cradle the feeling until it bleeds
then I let it flow
it is a seductive need
I sigh within, I dig the pain

hurting in the darkness
grooming the masochistic blue
it is in tune with my soul
lending to my internal want

I ascend my feelings little sour notes
playing in my skull
it is with an uneasy feeling
I take back my power

seedy in its presentation
it delivers quite a punch of serotonin
leaving me dizzy in the moment

greedy affections dissipate
and I'm in control again
feeling the power surge
beating back the self defeatism
I assail the issue with reason

it is defeated in my black
singeing the fiend
I burn the night and its solemn crave with it