Thoughts
silly thoughts all in a knot
inhabiting my brain
so no feeling may remain
except for the parasite you infected me with
because my heart is electric when i am around you
and the power only feeds it
engorging my heart until it will inevitably break

leaving me
a worn out shell of the being i once thought i was
still feasting on the emotional decadence
that my destruction owes itself to
and the sick thing is
i love every minute of my demise
and the hope that i may do it again
is the only string holding me to my mortal prison