I am the prime, ultra-rare,

Beyond-your-goddamn-mind,

Shattered, broken, sheltered,

Hopeless half-man —

Exactly what the doctor ordered.

Electrify my heart to beat;

I'm waiting for you — lustful.

I can't begin to fathom us:

Burning, pulsating blood.

Change the channel, it's fucked.

Look through my eyes and see pure evil,

Covered in a sheen of transcendent good.

"Have you ever beaten off to a textbook?"

A cold voice misunderstood my answer.

A hand quickly slaps my cheek.

A shiver runs down the back of my neck.

A temple crafted out of blocks,

I lean against the eternal pillars.

I cough up three lungs and enter a wicked sleep.

"Can you do me a favor?

Never speak to me again."

I whip hair out of my eyes,

Only to be greeted by the Abyss.

"How do you do?"

A scrap of paper falls on my lap:

      Is the rain the cloud's tears?

      Or is the sky the cloud's dream?

I crumble it up and throw it to the dogs.

Run my hand through a flame —

Watch it catch and burn away my hopes.

"What's stopping me from stopping you?"

"Architecture, mostly," I shout from a third-story window.

"Are we dreaming the same dream?"

"Of course not, that's impossible —

We're just pretending to."

Laughing darkly, we depart from one another,

And once you cross the horizon, no longer in sight,

I doubt every second we had.

I feel the endless despair of my beating organs,

Like less than nothing happened and more than something went wrong.

If fear is an illusion, I don't want to know what love is.