I thrive on loathing and hatred
I like to feel as if I'm
Sticky and burning
clutching to the ankles of passionate moments
Pressing my desperate ear to the wall
Listening to the imaginary echoes of laughter and screams of desire
I close my eyes as i bathe in the warmth of these memories, drenched in craving
And still i feel like these barren months have been the best of my life