words by dominic riccitello

i found the depths of our nights
like a flight of stairs
which never seemed to end
the thorns of his words
have you ever felt the devil’s kiss
it felt like life before your eyes
a sin you quite liked
to twirl his hair between your fingers
how he twirled your heart between his fists
they call it masochism
i call it love
a weary dream with breathless nights
drugs to keep you quiet
in the back of your mind
where demons play
the ice feels nice
cold touch of your life
he never felt like this
it never made sense
his hands kept me warm
because i couldn’t tell how bad it was