The Thunderchild

The thunderchild
She feeds off your essence
Her heart beats simultaneously with the bass
She’s addicted to the blame
Lives for the sin of the trip
Her zeal screams for peace1

There’s an edge in her system
A jagged blade familiar with confession
It’s sight holds electricity
It’s touch releases pressure
An overdose of such odium kills
But she’s at your knees
Pleading the permission of fatal resistance2

The thunderchild
She feeds off your love
Her heart beats simultaneously with the bass
Pounding from her porous devotion
Gagging on the freedom her heroin cloud vents
An everlasting escape on the tip of her dry tongue3

She dares you to come down
Jealous of your heavily drawn bliss
Four in the morning and stagnantly alive in her high
Look deeply and you’ll find the third enticement
The appreciated exit to the latent streets below4

The thunderchild
She feeds off your innocence
Her heart beats simultaneously with the bass
Accustomed to tearing eyes open
Crusted over with temptation
To reluctantly see the needle pricks,
The deafened ears and the bruises5

It’s too early for this stage
The damage is oddly amusing
Your thoughts remain twisted
She’s in your system
You’re addicted to the blame
You live for the insane indulgence of the trip6

The thunderchild
She feeds and you willingly give
Both hearts beating simultaneously with the pulse of mistakes
You fall into its releasing appeal
Watching as the notes bleed from her porous devotion
Gagging on the freedom her heroin cloud vents7

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