ordinary.

here is what you need to know.
how i accept what you hold, whatever you call your own.
no. no, i can't leave it alone.
it's inside of me and intoxicates me with the sickest kind of pleasure a person could only hope to know.
and jesus christ, no, i won't let it go.
not even a million years of suffering could make me do so, fuck no.
i don't give a shit what you do or don't know.
it's my scheme.
that one twisted plot hidden in the seams of everything.
so, what in the fuck do you bring?
samples and abundance of something not at all revolutionary?
in fact, i'd have to say...., it's quite ordinary.
being that what i crave is hidden controversy,
knotting my voids, yet filling my dreams.
doing nothing, but everything, not to make it about me.