in a dark, dingy room
full of worthless saints
a stutter composed of ruins
lust in plain sight
views of san fransisco
on a laptop in a void
a wish of nothing more
than a dream to seek
tongues meeting
over a virtual beacon
screams of anguish
for no skin meets
lost in a trap
to find a new god
a personal best
made of ends
digital sex
fucks me best