If not imminence, is it lust?
A need for silence, a want for noise
I ask to live and breathe
But breathe the scent of laced intoxication.
Fabricated bliss in subordinate dictation -
It tastes like blood on the tongue,
An iron will I detest.
Against the color painted hues of false amnesty
In amber rests preserved skeleton supremacy
Montages.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC
If not imminence, is it lust?
A need for silence, a want for noise
I ask to live and breathe
But breathe the scent of laced intoxication.
Fabricated bliss in subordinate dictation -
It tastes like blood on the tongue,
An iron will I detest.
Against the color painted hues of false amnesty
In amber rests preserved skeleton supremacy
Montages.
To be continued...
