Flesh golem, walking toward,
you're not searching for me.
You're finding an end
with your kit of means.
It's obvious you've
*** to loose -
it's backed up high
enough it's the light
inside your eyes,
and do I see it?
Yes, I do.
Promising heavy
shades of heaven
within the pleasure
you bring -
thing is, dipping stick
is boring as ****.
What about the places
you forgot to touch?
I breathe *** deeply,
your lungs are shallow,
you're in a rush.
Oh, but you'll have your stories.
Construct the pulleys,
form factor, until you ascend.
Oh, but you'll have your badge.
The sheer facade of your fragile persona,
is simply crystalline.
:)
