My Body Craved a Bit of You

The first thing I teethed was failure, Pain with no success. Mistakes I've made have seen the light. They shatter upon contact. My wicked ways increase in number, I cradle them with ease. To my surprise and others too, My behavior will never change. I was born into existence, This life of taunting games. The faults I've made are plenty, A hobby it is to me. This talent that consumed me, This gift was not in free will. My body craved a bit of you, So this is what I got. A natural attraction to failure, Mistakes and fault and sin. My body craved a bit of you, An instinct I regret. A bond that can't be broken, Fixed or cleaned or cured. We share a solemn constant, A constant to this day. My body craved a bit of you, And this is what I got. A living form of disaster, I'm a disaster just like you.