The Fresh blood still warm on my hands
My mind is swimming in a sweltering sea of sordid sensations
I find myself (or shall I say I search?)
[I] search for this self [I] naively presuppose amidst quite a convoluted calamity
This assuefaction will not do!
I must **** myself, and start anew!
I must violently press forward!
I will hurl myself into the chaotic clasps of Erebus to avoid this cold, dead sediment
This cold, dead past.
Your cold, dead eyes
Your tantalizingly tepid tone
***** you wish to take me from myself
You would strip me of my subjectivity
You would **** me, but I'm not for you
I must **** myself and start anew
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
The Fresh blood still warm on my hands
My mind is swimming in a sweltering sea of sordid sensations
I find myself (or shall I say I search?)
[I] search for this self [I] naively presuppose amidst quite a convoluted calamity
This assuefaction will not do!
I must **** myself, and start anew!
I must violently press forward!
I will hurl myself into the chaotic clasps of Erebus to avoid this cold, dead sediment
This cold, dead past.
Your cold, dead eyes
Your tantalizingly tepid tone
***** you wish to take me from myself
You would strip me of my subjectivity
You would **** me, but I'm not for you
I must **** myself and start anew
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