Sweet depravity,

my soul to feed.

I want to cut you,

and watch you bleed.

These burning scars,

sate my lust.

Pain is a hungry lover,

it fucks me well.

I fear the thought,

of getting better.

This pain that consumes me,

sets me free.

Haunted by my sorrow's child,

I shake my head in fearful denial.

The lies I feed myself,

are what I need.

Whore that I am,

I cannot be what you want me to be.

I wish to be left to myself,

in my sweet depravity.