Run, desire, run this sexual being
Run him like a blade, to and through the heart
No conscience, one motive...
To cater to the hollow.
Screaming:
Feed me here, fill me up again.
Temporarily pacify this hungering.
Go, grow, libido, throw dominoes of
Indiscretions down.
Falling all around in cycles, in circles.
Constantly consuming.
conquer and devour.
Cuz it's time to bring this fire down.
Throttle all this indiscretion
Long enough to edify
and Permanently fill this hollow.
Screaming:
Feed me here, fill me up again.
Temporarily pacify this hungering.
