Every strand, every joint, every ounce of breath, every sight, every sound, every touch across the length;
Every word, every step, every thought I bear, every tear, every frown, every simper I hear;
Every love, every hate, every ego I savour, every illusion, every life, clasping pains of myriad flavour……..
Lurching from my pain to yours, wallowing in my blood then yours, writhing in my pleasure and guffawing at yours;
There shan’t be a mitigation, there shan’t be a salvation, just a hollow dictation, just an empty incarceration;
It must bleed, it must heed, to the call, of my fate’s fall;
Arousing the cataleptic within, unwinding and serene, sometimes grotesque and galore, mostly a picturesque allure…….
Failing every evasion, baring every invasion, daring every ravish, a mirage to the parish;
The tiding malady, the morphing tragedy, within the laceration a drunken revel, within the charred embrace I grovel;
The silhouette, inside my pastel closet, a revelation of sorts, within my fantasy the gripe contorts;
I lie myself to sleep, I cheat my peace to leap, I bluff my tears to smiles, I hallucinate my Eden over miles…....
Blood to elixir is differing none, I wake the dusk to the slumbering sun, gadding across my self-belief of life, fallacy of my saviour’s strife;
Bribing relief into a harlot’s shoe, artifice bidding the maxim adieu, swerving within my illusion's bosom, kissing every delusion’s blossom;
Believing the presence for absence, ostracizing light in defense, conniving with the actualizing dope, plundering my immodest hope;
I need the last measurable pacification, saving the animated abjuration, losing every ends of bravado, my bereavement is my Placebo………….
Every word, every step, every thought I bear, every tear, every frown, every simper I hear;
Every love, every hate, every ego I savour, every illusion, every life, clasping pains of myriad flavour……..
Lurching from my pain to yours, wallowing in my blood then yours, writhing in my pleasure and guffawing at yours;
There shan’t be a mitigation, there shan’t be a salvation, just a hollow dictation, just an empty incarceration;
It must bleed, it must heed, to the call, of my fate’s fall;
Arousing the cataleptic within, unwinding and serene, sometimes grotesque and galore, mostly a picturesque allure…….
Failing every evasion, baring every invasion, daring every ravish, a mirage to the parish;
The tiding malady, the morphing tragedy, within the laceration a drunken revel, within the charred embrace I grovel;
The silhouette, inside my pastel closet, a revelation of sorts, within my fantasy the gripe contorts;
I lie myself to sleep, I cheat my peace to leap, I bluff my tears to smiles, I hallucinate my Eden over miles…....
Blood to elixir is differing none, I wake the dusk to the slumbering sun, gadding across my self-belief of life, fallacy of my saviour’s strife;
Bribing relief into a harlot’s shoe, artifice bidding the maxim adieu, swerving within my illusion's bosom, kissing every delusion’s blossom;
Believing the presence for absence, ostracizing light in defense, conniving with the actualizing dope, plundering my immodest hope;
I need the last measurable pacification, saving the animated abjuration, losing every ends of bravado, my bereavement is my Placebo………….
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