embrace the breeze when it comes nothings there except for emptyness through your tangled hair and on your sweeten'd lips drips juice from the apple tree... Like poison and honey lemon and lime it attracts the world to create crime but for only to touch those candied lips brush them against your fingertips if only to incite riot to wipe away the sultry wind... so willing to give up all that they own his passions ignited his love has grown only to feel the cruel sword of reject as it is there only to disect..... to pull out youre insides and eat upon your flesh it festers and destroys every crevice every bone every inch and every stone nothing left untouched, only dying embers of an old passion can remain as you bite into the wind... as you click your teeth together Youve gone insane... and why shouldnt you, all thats left is ashes of the ones you let burn you if only the world were truly alive ...then you wouldnt have died so soon all roads lead to death even the ones that are invisible... nobody is free from this pain of feeling to gain love no one is free from trying to gain love one plus two is three..........death plus love equals free..
Graphically Intense intertwined with post mortem abstract type of guessing game. 'no one is free from trying to gain love"? That really is the only part doesn't really fit in for me I am already dead long ago and the freedom being equal of my death plus love has left me no longer on a quest for love as is does not for me any longer exist in me. Ive died the death in 32 years twice which is enough love for me. No intention of setting my self up for number three as that would be the one to rip me into shreds and permanantly take away the reality which I still manage to barely keep somewhere in me. rx
