chills run along my neck,
a certain euphoria breaks out,
and now i'm gone,
decaying to a world i have yet known.
whether i run or i stay,
i have tasted the ambrosia,
an addiction that feels so sweet,
and i'm stuck.
my gaze turns down,
to the ground where i glide,
and i'm down for the count.
my heart pounds in my chest,
and i feel like i'm flying,
up to a world that feeds me,
giving into my inner-most desires,
fueled by my most certain fears.
so this is love.
so this is love?
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