OUTRO
Obsessed with the unremorseful pain
You give out to the freely
Is it emotional poverty
That drives me towards you
Or have I just got too much to give
With little to share it with
No
Like flies to a carcass
I feed on the kin flash
Maybe to know
What it feels like to die
Fully understanding that
You are poison
And not to be consumed
Maybe your toxins
Are my potion
Maybe your death
Is my love
Maybe your joy
Is my sorrow
Just a sacrificial lamb
And trusted for you
By who?
Whoever has cursed me
With your bitter blessings