Desire is the big bang;
the entirety of this life game
Dig a grave you crave falling into,
because that’s the only happy ending
impending for any of us
She can hide, but they will find her
Your heart is meat in the grinder
Who or what will you feed?
Need: the taste of blood to veins
when love’s liquor makes wobbly waves
And he who rhymes without reason,
commits the most egregious treason
You just know this fool meets all hallows
at the gallows, with no recollection
of how he even got there
So let it be said before you are dead:
Desire is a free fountain of youth
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