"Subject to Change" (Draft portion)
When I felt the whisperings of some other feelings,
but to describe it is the feeling that remembers it all. When the light first
burned. I have never tasted of all these beauties. They always say "We are many, like
strange and carnal vestal virgins." So I shed light on another, because her
flame is stronger. Here is a thought from his head. I am a lazy man.
So I've gone forward. Warm-welded, waiting for my sunken cities. My Adulthood Ideals shattered, my ethics laughed at and nearly disposed of for temptations. I was punished by the Lord for being human. So little do I hear this echo-chamber of thoughts these days. All I saw was her writing, wishing for her not to be my left-handmaiden. I have cursed her many times over but am unable to do even that. Everybody only remembers my strength, but I hope to remind them to love me back. So faint it sounds, hollow. I barely remember how to make these words. Wet dogs cannot reach profitable agreements.
I found one of my ladyfriends and I told her. The act of loving and being loved has not as many facets as a diamond. Turn the corner and there you are again. The circuit connects.The evening was full of electricity. Steam-powered visions. But this time, my engines will drive me to death. Fuck me, because otherwise it is time to go. Eros and thanatos.
The final hollowness of...."It is not my job to be the angel on your shoulder."
I need passion, too. Come find me. You must. I am finished otherwise. Drink until I am the one you want.
The sound in here is of the bell. Call the spirits in my delirium. Call the monsters. I am going where they are. My lovely, dark city is in a fog. I am going to live this and bleed this. In the last of it, I am taking you with me. Let's do it....it is a better painting if two shades of blood run together, blending colors. I know some of these sounds. I will never quite know the echoes of the woman who fucks married men. Strangely, they have said no. I wasn't expecting that.
I don't know how to walk to my ruin properly. I am trying.
So I've gone forward. Warm-welded, waiting for my sunken cities. My Adulthood Ideals shattered, my ethics laughed at and nearly disposed of for temptations. I was punished by the Lord for being human. So little do I hear this echo-chamber of thoughts these days. All I saw was her writing, wishing for her not to be my left-handmaiden. I have cursed her many times over but am unable to do even that. Everybody only remembers my strength, but I hope to remind them to love me back. So faint it sounds, hollow. I barely remember how to make these words. Wet dogs cannot reach profitable agreements.
I found one of my ladyfriends and I told her. The act of loving and being loved has not as many facets as a diamond. Turn the corner and there you are again. The circuit connects.The evening was full of electricity. Steam-powered visions. But this time, my engines will drive me to death. Fuck me, because otherwise it is time to go. Eros and thanatos.
The final hollowness of...."It is not my job to be the angel on your shoulder."
I need passion, too. Come find me. You must. I am finished otherwise. Drink until I am the one you want.
The sound in here is of the bell. Call the spirits in my delirium. Call the monsters. I am going where they are. My lovely, dark city is in a fog. I am going to live this and bleed this. In the last of it, I am taking you with me. Let's do it....it is a better painting if two shades of blood run together, blending colors. I know some of these sounds. I will never quite know the echoes of the woman who fucks married men. Strangely, they have said no. I wasn't expecting that.
I don't know how to walk to my ruin properly. I am trying.
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