When you go inside
You twist the knife
lock the door
blow out the flame
Only the scent of the memory remains.
Crawling on the street
I’m a cat in heat
looking for my next meal
No one can compete
if I lick it I like it
I want it all
Paint your chains and guarded gates
dangle your crystal in front of my face
You can bleach your whites
but the stain will stick
sniff it and lick it
If you like it
its yours
