open the bottle and

taste a little

sweetness

to go against the shame

it’s raining, maybe snowing

and i’m howling to the

moon

my veins are pumping, balls throbbing

and there’s just no way of knowing

what i’m really

like

but the taste of it

is enough to make me

numb

the way i stick my tongue

deep inside

and lick my lips as it tickles you real good

i’m a monster

but i hear no cries

they never say no, they just beg

for more

that’s just how i am

all surface no feeling

dead and alive

at the same

time