the map of places

i could be your original sin
twisted up in your t-shirts
and crumpled next to you in flame
i could move you

i could be your movement
pasted into you
and gazing like wildness and evil
i could make you need me

you could be my fire
filling me alive
and making me hurt for wanting
you could make me shake

everytime it touches
like some secret screaming in my blood
it eats away my veins
and leaves me craving

i'm still walking in your highways
i'm still shooting up your drug
lying in the blanket of your stars
calling your name with spakler dims

come
and
get
me