My friend,
my poor beleaguered soul
who rides this tide with the
silver-backed confidence of the moon itself
You are lost.
My brother,
my beating spirit of flesh and blood,
you have forgotten the World,
devoured in the merciful hell of yourself
You wander through neon sanctuaries
where desire hangs thick as incense,
where every want glows like an altar
and every altar demands another body
I have watched you crown appetite as virtue,
watched you kneel before mirrors and call it freedom,
while love - that trembling and terrible thing -
stood unrecognized at the edge of memory
Do you Love?
Have you ever truly Loved?
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 3:07 PM UTC
My friend,
my poor beleaguered soul
who rides this tide with the
silver-backed confidence of the moon itself
You are lost.
My brother,
my beating spirit of flesh and blood,
you have forgotten the World,
devoured in the merciful hell of yourself
You wander through neon sanctuaries
where desire hangs thick as incense,
where every want glows like an altar
and every altar demands another body
I have watched you crown appetite as virtue,
watched you kneel before mirrors and call it freedom,
while love - that trembling and terrible thing -
stood unrecognized at the edge of memory
Do you Love?
Have you ever truly Loved?
