Maybe my only sin is to always demand more from the sunset. To ask for more colors, more vibrant.
A storm of psychedelic hue, so beautiful.
I want my chest to beat like a thousand horses, wild.
I want my eyes to feel like there's nothing else I can reach, because all the beauty on earth is in front of me.
I want to exploit.
I want to be killed by the artistry.
I want to be taken by the neck and be squeezed till my blood is all spilled on the floor.
Oh beauty, you got my permission to be the dagger in my lungs. Take my breath away. Kill me. Fuck me. Take the leftovers of beauty my lovers didn't want to take. Destroy every piece of me.
I'm all yours.
