Surrender to the silence
To see through the mystic eye
Vision the path ahead
To be in communion with soul
The bliss is absolute

Sext: "trace my veins like the tip of my knife used to"

Sext: listen to our song and feel your heart crumble in your chest

She used her sway
Like a dangling watch
Swinging on a chain:
She stopped my eyes,
I was mesmorized,
Entranced,
In a post hypnotic haze.
If she snapped her fingers
I'd cluck,
I'd bark,
Do whatever she'd ask,
But she kept on swinging
And left me panting
In post traumatic stress.