Shake Hands With The Devil

Mother's blinded cries
Rattle my stone-deaf ears
As I charge headlong
Into a puerile throne of shit
No one ever told me
That fucking up would
Ever be so hard

Pneumatic imposition waves
Its supple endowment
Along a salivating urge

Bemoaning ambulation
Salves wounds
Straight into
Ardent decay

Praise this tantalizing vice
Beg that you may too be
Pulled into ruin
By the grip of your leash

Jealous voices warned me
To never shake hands
With the devil
But how can it be
So wrong when it's
The only thing
That makes me
Feel alright

But now
While I grasp
The edge of
My euphoric blight
I remember
Those words
That warned me

Dream now
In blissful innocence
For one day
Lust will conquer all