and this harmony

Drinking in melody with greed..

And harmony caresses me with every living memory.

I feel ripe with cliche.. and I don't give a fuck.

It's that hunger

-       you know it?

I think it's the only way I can describe it.

I know you've felt it.

Deep..

greedy..

needy..

ubiquitously loud.

I lose sanity. The need to touch and release.

I live in truth where lies pull strength.

Here I fight wild eyed and intent, writhing against this binding.

I am too feral. Every muscle aches. Fears. Pulls. Needs..

Nerves ache. Magnetic force screams. For.

something rougher. More calloused.

The grip is intense and the bass is loud. The unbending pressure, and we feel ourselves drip and flip and lose ourselves 
blissfully

And you tell me this isn’t real?

I live in this lie like some caged cat. Prowling at the edges of insanity.

I know you see my eyes and they frighten you.

I frighten you.

I frighten myself.

I blink.

I breathe.
I drink in melody with greed.

And this harmony..

calls me.