words by dominic riccitello

twirling in desire of things we thought we loved
like eyes in night spying for sorrow of our souls near candlelight
we’re pouring our limbs in eternity
sipping tequila to feel what’s right
i’m taught to lust light instead of darkness
but i fell in love with the devils eye
  
we’re spinning in rounds
fighting the hounds of our hurt
i touch your ribs to feel your bliss
touch the hairs of your sin
i feel you in night searching for things
we thought were right
 
i spit on your lips in disgust of what was
he swallows the dignity we saw in shadows
to rescind in thought and twirl in our parallel
i fall in love with masochists who kiss your hands
to feel existence in themselves
 
i found in truth
to separate yourself from horror before it hits
we dance in positive to shield from hurt
but i’m twirling in his sin to kiss the lips of lucifer
it feels like life hits your shins
to make you weak in the knees
the pain touched my limbs in ways
he never did