Liquid trigger, liquid ticket. A match against the rough;
No one gives a fuck.
The dormant fuel ignites in a violent blaze, the tongues of flame lick flesh and bone and the whites of the eyes shine through all the billowing smoke. Teeth dig into lips and we smirk into the darkness, a tangled sinner that all posses a single body. Down the throat, down into the blood and I feel the sweat begin to drip down my neck; I tremble with the power of being free of inhibitions. The feel of the rough paper on all that is even and good is satisfying and I light again and again, the flicker of my emblazoned rebellion bright, bright, bright! Rotate down, a swaying breath and a whimper and I'll drag them all with me; the shining beacon that will guide them all to hell.
Nails in skin, mouth on mouth, another silent explosion. Tear it apart, dig out the bullshit until all that is left is the bloody and the raw and the reality we all shy away from. Animals, all working forward with a sick lust and a thrust and we find ourselves too human to associate with who we really are. Shame tints everything a murky blood red and I stand in it, feeling suddenly at home. Your lips curl over your teeth and you snarl back, rejecting the truth you cannot accept.
I have no interest, I have none at all. I lope forward on my extra limbs, crunch, crunch, crunch, a sickening thing that should only be seen during the hours of the night. I leave with no remorse, a howling broken sinner who wants no more than to exist in freedom. Uncontrolled, living just to live. For what else are we here for?