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.
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