I prefer the sensation of discomfort to almost anything I can name or speak of lately I'm a struggling insect smeared beneath boots severed limbs flailing, detached from their roots others would whimper but I'm calmly mute dizzy from blood loss but blissful in truth
soaking up sun rays longing for evaporation scorched upon asphalt my middle name is desperation the tingle of disintegration addictions that I've yet to shake this exoskeleton aches to be dust bathing in star light demanding for swift transpiration tangled in silk webs haunted by the realization euphoric as the fangs sink in a craving that just can't be faked this abdomen begs to be pierced drowning in desire lusting for vaporization clinging to carnage I refute this respiration anxious for extermination obsessed with this imminent fate in time these limbs will severe themselves