Conditioned for the concrete
An icy slab of ruptured grails
It grows colder every night
Marinated in sliced animality
Raised with a sense of duplicity
The needles pierce harder
Layer the streets with flesh
The slices grow thinner with every cut

Jaded to the knowledge of flames
I live to be fucking burnt
I dig to find an answer
But its already dead
I only love what I cannot have
I only kill the ones I love
Pray for the orchids
May they be planted when the slices cease

Left to be alone
For one more night in the cold