If I could
Break my face
On that shiny spectre
That laughs and goads
At my reflection
I think
I might delight
In the beautiful disaster
If I could
Bleed my heart
With that same syringe
That taunted my addiction
To feeling
I think
I’d take my time
To cherish the vile tragedy
Oh if I could
Empty me of need
With lust and highs and thighs
That massaged my ego
Into orgasm
I think
I’d take my chances
And drown in the ocean instead