In You

I'm drawn to the destruction within you.

Familiar, a comforting mirror of the darkness,

Inside myself.

These parts I should ignore,

Creeping, charismatic,

Bold and dangerous.

I see them in you,

And I want them.

I want you.

I want to consume the urges

I should loathe and deny.

I want to become them.

In you,

I see the escape.

In you,

I can die slowly,

For someone else.