Walking in at 2 am
I feel the raindrops on my skin
It hurts a little but I still let you in
Falling in and out of nothingness
I curse marcus aurelius
Revenge
A plate I wouldn't dish
Take with me
One of these three laws
That makes me pause
And think I'm
So empty
Action without cause
Heading straight for lions' maws
You hold the tension in your lips
I hold my judgment even if
Attention's
What I desire
You crave reaction
I won't bite the hand that feeds me
Overnight I'll curb my impulses with fire