Originally Posted by Razzy
Mindfuck contortionist, the vivid stroke of genius, the tepid correction, the flowing glory of skin on pavement, you've made your presence known, in blood, and in spirit. How wonderful it must be to be so agile, how sustainable a gift god has given you. Masked intentions of an inescapable façade, inevitability creeps through your bones, bounding you to stardust. Death is at your feet, infinity is yours alone. Polarized in steps of progress, holding a light at your side as Liberty, only your heart is gold. Pulsating footprints on glass encrusted sand, polluted with obsidian black. The shining reflections of the sun on the pavement beach show your truth, and like the sand, jagged, rough, but beautiful.
The devil himself owes debt on your soul. No love could be so pure, and laced inside is the answer, but untouchable it must be. Self propagating loveliness, poison to all who enter, death to all that come near- the truest beauty unspoiled. Nurtured reverb, cradled chorus, I can hear you calling from across the ocean, singing sweetly the siren songs of your sisters. Unmistakable, in the night, the dream bound visions come back to me.
Again the shoreline swells with anticipation, walking silently now, your voice goes unforgotten, and bang, the choir comes in, sweeping decibels with voices as we touch. It's impossible to win at this point, death my only goal, a suicide melody of love. Another playful riff at lust screaming, screaming louder and louder, I'm going deaf. Can you hear it? CAN YOU HEAR IT? MY DRUMS ARE BLEATING FROM YOUR TOUCH ALONE. THE GAINS IN DEATH, WORTH EVERY PENNY, WORTH EVERY FIBER. I CAN'T HEARMYSELF THINK ANYLONGER, I'M LETTING GO TO THE LIGHT I ONCE KEPT TO MYSELF, YOU CAN HAVE IT. THE WORDS ARE BLEEDING , THE VOICES CALLING ME AGAIN. I CAN'T TAKE IT MUCH LONGER, BUT I CAN'T LET GO. THE HANDLE BARS HAVE FLOWN FROM THIS VESSEL.
Can you feel the noise, tempest? My soul is yours.
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