To enter one, to abolish flesh, to create— it is to satisfy a craving, it is to nurture the world
What dear kind world would that ever be?
That it is held beyond humanity, above goodlihood— passion is a test of perseverance
To match colours which have always been and always will be, the soul is closest when it dies
Repeatedly, over and over to love the hands who fulfil it more than it loves itself
It is to be dark, ***** naked, dying for the colours one sees
So, let us die, let us be reborn
In love
In death
In sickness so depraved
Lash unto my very being, please oh please do not behave
Would it be more enjoyable in silence or to die in colours together?
Lash unto my very soul, let us be reborn
Could one ever be another, could one ever see another?
To truly be one is to relish the desire; deny it; act it; fight it; love it
Dance on top of creation in heaven as well as in hell
In love
In death
In sickness, all I well
To enter into one
To be one
To be
Colours.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
To enter one, to abolish flesh, to create— it is to satisfy a craving, it is to nurture the world
What dear kind world would that ever be?
That it is held beyond humanity, above goodlihood— passion is a test of perseverance
To match colours which have always been and always will be, the soul is closest when it dies
Repeatedly, over and over to love the hands who fulfil it more than it loves itself
It is to be dark, ***** naked, dying for the colours one sees
So, let us die, let us be reborn
In love
In death
In sickness so depraved
Lash unto my very being, please oh please do not behave
Would it be more enjoyable in silence or to die in colours together?
Lash unto my very soul, let us be reborn
Could one ever be another, could one ever see another?
To truly be one is to relish the desire; deny it; act it; fight it; love it
Dance on top of creation in heaven as well as in hell
In love
In death
In sickness, all I well
To enter into one
To be one
To be
Colours.
