I Crave the Vortex

It's the chaotic nourishment that I awaken for
The devastation for gluttony that I indulge in
A personal cycle of spiral dynamics
It begins just as it ends, in questions
Answered every dawn before I retreat

Escapism is a sinners only sun
Under the lunar rays of peculiar oracles
I can hear the foretellings
Yet I only listen for the depth
The depth of the obvious

My third eye is blinded
By the affliction of the variant me
I must admit that adore her
Shameless
Stark mad
The disease of an addicts cross
She spares me all the fucking lies

Craving the vortex
I grew dragonfly wings
So she could incinerate the high
Cremating the chance of a contrasted sky
Antecedent to my beloved lows of repetitive sunsets