Disonesty comes cordial to these
who wait and preach
Cardinal virtues that insist
In salvation from Eternal Dammnation
For a heck of a probable cause
Is ever within reach
Thirst for an uphill battle, old sport
Feint struggle to levitate doubt
Arousing and imminent, threatning
To crumble and fall, whichever comes first
Force these hands, iddle and anemic
Blank pages in the cold ol' nights
In consection, step followed by a drip
No longer a stretch to long for a breath
Release this tension from my chest
Patterns in motion, the move is latched
If fortune is to be believed
We too shall drink blood before the night gets high
And breathing is a chore
When the mundane floods the gates
Wrasp, gasp, grasp the concept little one
as you lean on the window
Yawn as you drink nectar at dawn
fruity, picky for style is such a bore
effervescent passions can linger
A toll; the lust, transition, anyway
do fairies have tails?
do monsters grant wishes?
are these voices whispers?
Or kindred spirits?
beyond this door, nevermore.
the grin wears a lie
breeze dances with the flesh
caresses scars, productive and eager
reagent, accomplice, to embrace
akin to tradition, expected
to devour the soul, willing
fell to both knees, bended
missed my arms, ablazed essences
there will be conseguences say I
as I ran to the hills and tripped over it
A mask is therefore a fixure
A mark token of caracter
Listing emotion worn like wool
Fuzzy to touch, itching to burst
what's the password.
