F15T8/BLB

I
the intensity squirms
in the pit of my deepest desires
on the edge of my skin, it perspires
leaking onto the floor
leaves me hungry for more
II
i become a junkie
snorting static and atoms
splitting in my brain, if i could fathom
bieng something more
i could be yours
III
i become so heartless
caring for no one but myself
with the exception of myself
i am fearless
IV
my flesh cracks and blisters
and i keep scratching.
and i keep laughing,
advertising insanity.
the intensity of the itch brings forth new demensions
where we dont squirm under tension
or crack under pressure.
i could take you there.