Are we slaves to our desires?
Kneeling before the altar of excess.

We pour out liquor like water,
drinking until that is all
that runs through us.

Altering our vision,
twisting reality
to our needs.

Our bodies blur together,
heat spilling,
hands everywhere.

We trade
every ounce of pain
for fleeting pleasure.

We burn too freely,
touch too easily,
promising each other eternity
knowing it will vanish
with the dawn.

It doesn’t feel right,
but we can’t tell what’s wrong.

So we keep going.
Further,
faster,
until nothing is left.

And yet,
in that silence after,
we remain thirsty.

Endlessly unfulfilled,
dragged to our knees,
again.

What are we but lost?