i want to be something great, i want to be something more.
i want i want i want
i want to have everything in the world at my fingertips.
i want to be loved, in every sense of the word (admired, adored, worshipped, respected). i want to be loved with his lips, loved with her tongue, loved by their hands.
what's wrong with me? why does desire override my system, rendering me a fool. i lust for blood, for something metallic, and it's toxic but i want i want i want.
- CRAVING IS DEADLY [ALTERNATIVELY NAMED: AN ABSTRACT POISON - 8.13.16]
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PoetryLIKE THEM; the cunning, the strong, the rational, the sensual, the rash. POE19 [151016]
