distaste and satisfaction

I can take out the chords, but she'll always be a screamer
fornicating with the gods, but from where do such pretty things come from?
what do we need, what could I need
the physco warmth and bodies all contort, the 'everyday, same time' pill? the forget me pill. teeth marks and nail cuts, blanket bonds and short term trust.
you taste like nicotine and codeine
and all the other fabulous, wonderful things - that can place me in a calm state of being. and restful. oh god, I'm so restless, and over extended.

the hours were long, may I breathe you in? and rise above my limbs up into my skin, back and forth and up and down again.

this voice snaps at me
this voice traps the anxiety in me
this voice, oh this voice is the scariest fucking thing.