And is it logic or insanity?

Fuck the wantonness of youth’s gluttony.

I need your taste, the scent upon your skin;

This heart of mine will be the death of me.

Both hard and soft, a fast staccato pace,

As I fall deep into your strong embrace.

You break me down, then build me up again;

Which is it, love or lust behind that face?

This love does burn, like gasoline on fire;

You lit the match to fuel my dark desires.

All was consumed, and I went up in flames;

Can there be truth between a pair of liars?

And though it comforts me to climb into your bed,

I fear the doubt that stirs within my head.