I love to live on the very brink
pen my life in a darkened ink
let these words truly then lie
with every excuse and alibi
Bathe in sweet, sticky sin
never afraid to again begin
to let myself now spill
in a dark diabolical thrill
Documenting my days
in a most poetic haze
in the pursuit of every bad
just so I can say that I had
Such raw primal of needs
spelled out in wicked deeds
while I let my talons trace
the path to that secret place
While I leave a black slick
within lines broad and thick
a confession I gladly do sign
right upon the dotted line








Do it all, say it all, do it all again. Regret is a trap.
Live your life, S. Those who condemn you for being you be damned.