Never enough
Never enough
always hunger for more
I am a collector of fulfilled desires
running in a hurry to the next glittering piece of
nothing
I feel dead only when my pockets are empty
of lust
Possessing is my drug
I'm yours, she's mine
Is the song that pours honey into my veins
So, intoxicated I turned to the ground
Waiting the dust to bit me
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nice feelings, showing great poetic skils.