The Flavor Of The Weak

Please don’t go.

Can I make you stay? 

I want to hear your words.

I want to make this chaos work, 

in my little world.

The focus of attraction,

replace my whole volition.

Please don’t go.

I want to make this work, 

with the chaos of my little world.

I see fires shining bright,

safe down in the Otherside. 

With a black heart of contempt,

I might be complete. 

Is it really so revolting,

when I feel good when men are weak?

Is it just contemplating,

when I feel the heat?

I see you wishing, 

for the best of me.

I can hear your,

sweet nothings.

I can taste your,

sacrificed landing.

The flavor of the weak.

Remember me