Poetry archive from the mental hospital

The first page of my first journal

Come with me
Let's envelop the globe with our sanctity
Feed into my infatuation with a twisted tongue
Spell curses into my temple
Give yourself to me and I will relinquish my worn out soul for your convenience.
You have me where you want me.
It's all yours for taking.
And watch it fade once more. Count the steps of entropy on one bleeding hand and soak it with regret.
This is why we don't chase what we desire.