Sitting in the spikey, moist green hair from the head of the world, moisting my lips as I stair down a hefty and unhealthy picnic. I sit with a women, a women who has womenly wombs and soft, gentle eggs to house her master of the house's pre-injected children. The tapping of the valley bellow our soft, warm buffalo kilt sneakers. I must be sent from above, because my prayers for deliverance from above, my hopes rely on emotion of the sky, draining his full body of tears unto the world in which we live. My children of men, my sanctity among a pack of wolves filled with hollowness and dread. You are the only reason behind these tears, in which you bring me constantly. I am never fullfilled by my demands, my hopes, my wishes, fuck you!
As I look closely into my women's eyes, I believe I see more than the reflection of the sky, I see more than what is meant to be hidden. Starting off low, timid, slant and finishing with an immense delication for terror and death. A house of sorrow, trying to escape through my skin as we cause friction among DNA. All efforts denied, frozen in time, cancelled out by the reverb. I want to save the efforts of my women, be the pillow in her after night. I want her to fall back into my gaze as it's made into a smooth surface for anyone to safely ride on and at the bottom, there will, there will be a way for blood to find a new home. Exit my heart, enter my faith, my world, my god, my bitch, my best friend, I fucking love you.
Exiting the scene from whence the ants came, showing up with nothing little of brilliance, the more you take, the more you can't ignore. It was a definite ride into somewhere unkown and dangerous. The end result equals love, devine, terror, anxiousness, and tenderness.
As I look closely into my women's eyes, I believe I see more than the reflection of the sky, I see more than what is meant to be hidden. Starting off low, timid, slant and finishing with an immense delication for terror and death. A house of sorrow, trying to escape through my skin as we cause friction among DNA. All efforts denied, frozen in time, cancelled out by the reverb. I want to save the efforts of my women, be the pillow in her after night. I want her to fall back into my gaze as it's made into a smooth surface for anyone to safely ride on and at the bottom, there will, there will be a way for blood to find a new home. Exit my heart, enter my faith, my world, my god, my bitch, my best friend, I fucking love you.
Exiting the scene from whence the ants came, showing up with nothing little of brilliance, the more you take, the more you can't ignore. It was a definite ride into somewhere unkown and dangerous. The end result equals love, devine, terror, anxiousness, and tenderness.