Illusions

by Beautiful Chaos   May 29, 2011


Weaponry of the tongue
Such vile, venom filled words
But they made me want you more
Or maybe I just felt there was something to prove

We watched each other with skeptical eyes
It was not the heat we doubted
The electricity was undeniable
It was the boundaries

How far could we go before one of us gave in?
What would it take to sate or kill the beasts?
The wanton monsters we've become
Cruelly sucking lust from life

You called it love one day
I had to stop and laugh to myself
This infection hurts too much to be love
We are merely deviants

Emotional masochists
Inspired by resentment
Hungry for weakness
Lost in burning flesh

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