Naught Art

The Eye of the Needle

You would never know
And I love that 
And I enjoy the adrenaline
My secrets hidden in the back
And all the way up top.
I scratch yet never penetrate
I’d much rather dispose of my self
In the most
Make a story of it
The way I envision the narrative in their minds
I truly love the terror and the danger
My fear is addictive
And delicious.

I tripped and had an epiphany
The pain and pitiful anguish will never end
But the rush can always begin
Again! I want to be afraid.
In fear, you are always rewarded by overcoming it.