I was made of smoke and ice before I chose this flesh,
I sought out men weak and nice and dug in wounds still fresh,
I brought down the moon and stars while still in virgin state,
I made love in speeding cars- searched sweaty palms for fate.
I bit down on leather straps because I won't submit,
I railed lines in squalid traps with
plans to never quit,
I drew blood with sharpened nails and dripped it down my chin,
I chewed things up but spit them out to keep this body thin.
I made the choice to leave behind
the world where I was God,
I met someone who stopped my heart
with a simple laugh and nod,
I gave my life so selflessly and
looked to them for the same,
I fell so deep in passion,
that I think I've lost the game.