Starving for darkness
Can't escape the light
Violated my naïveté
Raped me with no fight
Illuminating every
Raw gash
Now tattooed
On my skin
Etched in my aorta
Is a story
I wish
Would end
Pull me
To Paris
Burn me
Till I have
A pure tongue
Rip my thoughts
Before they have
A pathway
To my lung
Breaths of song
Escape
Like a vapor
And fulfilling mist
This is Paris
Burning
Inside me
To escape
And cease
To exist
Like this
Pride goes
Before
Destruction
And this man
Fucks
With his burka
On
My soul
Is shrouded
In my own
Internal mystery
A case
To solve
On my own
Death is
My vulture
And she sits
On my right shoulder
Above my tattoo
She whispers
How she will
Stop my heart
And dance
When the beat
Falls through
Life feels
Like syrup
Too sweet
For me to
Consume, it's true
So I let Death
Tease me
With all the twisted things
That she wants
To do
The heart tickles
With embers
Of misery
That claws
Too deep
To sleep
Paris is like
Nirvana
On a horizon
I want to keep
Love is
Abandoned
Because intimacy
Can feel so cold
The closer they
Get In
The easier it is
To see what was sold
What price my soul
What price my body
I will build an alter
Assassinate my character
And he will
Rise
Like a Holy Father
Destroy my
Romanticism
Drown me in an orgy
Of superficial bawling
Fatigue
Is mightier
Than this passion
I go to find myself
Paris is calling
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