about the chaos that is warmly inviting.
the self-destruction, the illusion illuminating your skin in such a translucent way
addictions, parallel
before we hit the peak, potential swells
The energy of it all is so promising.
Compromising.
It unravels you.
perhaps as a precursor, yes
the prologue
the verse before it is written.
But once it begins, it becomes something else altogether.
There is no beauty found in the decay.