i sew up wounds
only to rip out the threads
an addictive ecstasy

i grit my teeth
my stomach turns
i bate my breath
to not repeat it all

my lover’s heart is cold
so i pour out my warm blood
in an antiquated glass of selflessness

he sips with exceptional thirst
lips twitch with greed
the more i offer
the more it is inadequate

i would reserve my last drop
to cure him
but i have ran fast in circles
enough to spiral out of control

and i lost his memory
in the cloud of my madness
around him