High Road

A sweet tooth will kill you.

So I’m blowing out my brains,

With straight sugar to the veins.

Death, is a left, past gluttony.

I want everything to fuck me.

From the inside out.

Exploding star.

A blackcurrant liquorice too far.

But it was fun,

Wasn’t it?

If life needed glucose,

Death will be a bowl full E numbers wrapped in cotton candy cunts.

Heaven, hell, I embrace you.