It’s a thrill in which I see
Cloudy as is
A thrill to deceive

A Decision to be made
One upon the thrill we take
Falls through, goes wrong, break out rage

This thrill be a black hole,
Tearing my body
From pole to pole

Pain brews inside,

A glass of hot coffee,

It settles aside.

Flesh, limbs, guts, feet
All broken apart
Till we meet.