Reanimation.

Oxytocin sweet when I knocked you off your feet, not familiar with defeat, I craved you like a carnivore craves meat.  Not sorry for not concealing my conceit, but I cannot help but think about us between the sheets, and I know that I will be like a cat in heat until we kiss then complete.  Playful but passionate as two become one, my Earth orbits your sun, breathe new life into me, do me but I will not be outdone, I always play my cards right until I have won.  Batter up now baby, we will not stop until we have hit a homerun, I will leave you stunned, like a virgin, once again you will feel undone.  Cashmere caresses that will make you feel at ease, at peace as if you were sailing the seas, my lips as soft as a summer breeze, lay back and let me love you until you are pleased.  Tingles up your spine and down to your knees, surrender as my army enters your castle like a siege, until you shiver with sheer pleasure as you are seized, unlocked now by my keys.  Come with me as we soar above the skies soaked in sweat and synchronized, look into my eyes and let yours reflect the lust inside.  Sail with me into the sunrise as your pleasure produces my pride, these highs elevate me more than any other ecstasy could ever provide.  You occupy then dominate my dreams, you are my dopamine, more sensual than Mary Jane dressed in the best shade of green, twice as soothing when I inhale your scent, your fragrance is sinfully serene.  Better at keeping me awake than cocaine or caffeine, I am now your kingdom and you are my queen, fill me with your fantasies no matter how obscene, then let me devour you as you have quickly become my favourite cuisine. Serotonin seduces my sanity as I am overcome with innocent infatuation, adrenaline courses through my veins forever fascinated, disarmed by all you have done to me though there is no need for evaluation, you have brought me back to life, I have been reanimated.  

Higher Ground.

The chaos of my carcinogen filled past crystallizes in my already callous heart, creating numbness inside of me replacing the reasons why I was ever compelled or consoled by others' art.  Agonized by apathy, fairweather friends quickly become foes to me, as I am assaulted by their animosity, how could I  be so naive as to assume that they were ever good for me?  I am not a sacred saint nor am I a spiteful sinner, yet I am surely self-aware enough to see that out of these soulless sods I am a winner.  Waging wars against me with words that they can barely spell or pronounce, we will have to wait to see who is laughing in the end when they are renounced.  Robotic little creatures attempting to be worthy wolves though they are really just sad little sheep bestowed with the lowest quality of wool.  Loyal to no one, these lice would sell their own mothers for a pity of a price, unaware of the benefits to be reaped from compromise or sacrifice.  I disassociate myself from you demons with the utmost distate and disdain, die in the streets devoid of dignity then get devoured by acid rain.  You will taste my wrath when success leaves me rich enough to purchase then resell you insipid whores, you will know my vengeance when you come begging for mercy at my door.  The love and compassion that I felt for you have ceased to exist forevermore, strangers now, you have lost that unconditionally, love don't live here anymore.  Celebrate your greatest loss with the sycophants that you get stupid with and say a silent prayer for your salvation as you remain oblivious to your spirits that will end up suffering.  I win though victory was the last thing that I sought, instead of maligning my character you should have thought before surrendering to the battle that should never have been fought.  With my hands washed clean of you, I am now immune to the disease that the likes of you carry around, lost when we were acquainted but found now that I have finally reached my higher ground.