It feels comforting
Apathetic until a situation reaches a point of extreme despair
Merciless, the story goes and it feels great to never really be here
I am morally culpable
And you only have the slightest idea
Paranoid about the evolution of my feelings
Or lack there of, could take
I'm a walking contradiction
So I lick the nipples of perfection
Turn around and bury my face in the belly of the beast
Or wherever I think it belongs the most