#8: It Is A Beautifully Drugged Night.

'Tis a beautiful night
Too restless for silences
Too heavy with truthtelling:
So maybe it's time
You told me things.

Then

Tell me, sweet love
Of the first time you kissed
And how crimson stains
S
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On all your unsullied soul.

Tell me of nights
That stilly stole sleep
Away from the eaves
Of misty murky memories
Of runny black ink.

Tell me what your fears are
And I will feast on them
Ravenous beast that I am:
Nibble and bite and tear
At the edge of your dreams.

To make you feel
Twice-bought, thrice-owned
In my need to devastate, and to
Possess and consume and devour
Satiate my appetite
           for you, and You are
    Afflatus to the dead dried
           husk of bad poetry
    Elate me, delight me
           with your ecstasy of notknowing.
             
So come over,
The night's young
And I am quite unfinished
At the art of self-destruction;
And I love you so,
And tonight, babe,
You are going down with me.