can you feel my legs begin to shake. just as the ether that is. under these sheets. the space between. this jealous air. and my final attempt to. . sleep until you're back from tomorrow.
i call action to the scene. only a small fraction will make it to the screen. this is but a contorted synapse of your perception. . this is exactly where I wanted us to be.
i'm no poor storyteller. just a poverish soothsayer. you can smack me into shape if you like. or we could talk all night. . if jesus was born in a race of age.
a toast to those who taste the glorious breath. a sweet reminder stained on a lover's neck. if it wasn't for this then I could hardly be. the sadistic masochist that I am today.
the stars could be ending in all oblivion. but if i, was in your arms. your eyes would be my salvation. . i turn and befriend this cancerous silence. in hopes of a life that has yet to leave the ground.
I could see the souls seeping through the stones on the horizon. on the horizon. . my movements are drapes in a state of the art. your emotions lack the face I value in my state of the art.
you are immersed in your own guilty pleasure. your tongue will never reach the bottom of the bottle. . do I make you wet?. i can surely guess that your eyes.
it's hard to make these letters look as beautiful as you. a word too soft, too frail to be uttered. or be placed in your dreams. . my blood was an untrusty ink tonight.
A window is still a window even when the glass has been removed. in a fight for power as I watch the world fall apart. I'd offer my hand but then I'd be lowering my defenses.
children twisting through the trees. unconscious and unguilty. here we're alone. . a final confession as i ask for a high drive. before i take this plunge i wipe my eyes dry.
wipe that grin right off your face. and focus your attention, on the blood you taste. now you tell me about your sorrow. for you won't live to see tomorrow.
as the clouds below are gently unaware. that the sun did cry for us until we knew it's shape. . gravity pulling life from the body into a map of the seas.
to you all leaders of the human race. here we are we spit in your fuckin' face. and now to you all human sheep. you also will be buried deep. . what's so far away is close at hand.
The cold reign of darkness. Shadows the infinite shadow. Enlisting blackness to repair the wounds. Which were successfully administered. . By the cruel curse.
Stand aside, loose your pride. I'm at the gates alone. Sourcery, blasphemy. Is all welcome in my home. . I'm leaving. But soon I'm coming back. Believe me.
Sorceress of old love potions. Brew an orgy strong. Priestess of the highest order. Light the fires of song. . Chime the bell raising hell. Nothing can go wrong.
Deep in the dark of the forest came calls of sound from the wolverine. As they danced their wicked dance round the fire in a dead trance. Raising the chalice to the night darkly seek to their own delight.
Come hear, the moon is calling. The witching hour draws near. Come hear the bell is tolling. Mortals run in fear. . Prepare the altar now. And hear the virgins cry.
Light the fires now. . If you want some action. Don't you take a seat. In the darkness were gonna. Knock you off your feet. Dancing with the devil. Feel the scorching heat.
Welcome To Hell. . Fight, we will fight right. Living low in a world of our own. Destined to live right, fight. We're taking hell as our home. Burning lives burning,.