We only learn what good entails by rummaging through the existing dirt
So you think you're slick treating me the way you do sliding yourself into my innocence stealing my warmth for your cold using me like you do a cheap car riding me until I fall apart watching me pain inside out wounding me with a knife of a heart making me breathe your heart and soul that inevitably engulfs like a black hole convincingly creating happiness through words of sin forcing me to listen through your eyes of tin feeling your skin so misleadingly warm its contribution nothing less than suicidal harm whispering imagination ceasing to exist for that selfish pleasure you crave below your waist.