missvon

[a lascivious desire to degrade yourself].

when you took your walk through Eden
and were tempted by the fruit,
you chose to lust for the forbidden
instead of keeping your repute.

did I ever grace your wretched
mind when blood ran down my spine?
the knife you held was gladly twisted
as you sipped your glass of wine.

the more you drink the less you swallow,
so how does your conscience feel?
filled up with substances and pretense
you've no concept of what's real.

now enjoy your sweet indulgence
for all things come to an end.
when you're already on rock bottom
there is nothing to transcend.