Black Tequila and Blood

You seem to have taken issue with my ability to find purity in violence. I care very little for your religious guilt that still seems to be rattling around in your head long after you should have put it to sleep. I understand the beauty in nude skin bruised by my own hand. I see scars as a form of love.

A little blood, a little black magic, a third of a cup of tequila and suddenly the world is spinning. Swimming through my head like falling stars all swallowed up and burning through my stomach lining. You should come back to me, bright eyes.

I say we go out dancing tonight. Put on your best jacket and I'll wear something much too revealing. We can go crane necks until they snap. We can let the music pry our eardrums open. We can whirl about like spinning dervishes and husha! husha! we all fall down!

Come on, you little fool! Stop letting your fear hold you back! Come run with me. Come sing with me. Come burn with me!

Come take a taste of my liquored witchy black heart and let the world be enough...