i'll take a black knife
i'll cut out the ambers
throw away the inflammation
and remain an empty chamber
lifeless and dead.
all passion gone.
for the ambers came from
what i care about the most.
the inflammation is not the real problem
or so u say, bc u can't take it out completely without killing urself.
without care, life's meaningless bland and washed out
the spice has dulled. no flavor on the tongue
the core of what makes one love
is the same as the core of what causes one pain.
we don't want pain. but we love pleasure, passion, ecstasy
- so much so that we're willing to tolerate the pain just to have moments of orgasmic elation.
humans are funny. (and fucked up).
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