My eyes roll back into my head,
but in the dark, I’m blind.
I need to see the reasons for everything I do,
for my comfort in discomfort,
my pleasure in pain.
The jury dissents,
but I am judge, and I am ruthless.
I consume without replenishing,
digest without having first split your throat.
Deny it not!
To maintain limitless possibilities
is not reasonable,
nor do I deserve to.
Hearts are not collateral to collect.