Like insects to sugar
A motor to fuel
I combust into rage
Like a fly to a candle
A magnet to nickel
I attract the insane
It\'s as a game, this breath I breathe
Slip and defame, it\'s death I leave
As a virus to a host
A wino to the bar
I feed on the end
As the sand by the ocean
The land on the cliff
I erode to where refuse descends
Lift ash from flame, and lessen deeds
Split, as the shame deadens the steed