desmodius

i am now in possession of the first two seasons of titus. i have no idea why that show got cancelled, wouldn't do me any good to know since i haven't had cable or even one channel of reception in two years, but still. it's freakin funny. reminded me of a lot of the shit i used to pull growing up back in philly. good stuff.

to see the crystalline, the mirrors syne, divine of what is yet to begin.
i feel this creep of mine, the darkened crevasse, that house's monsters.
feeling your tendrils on me, all i see, sweetest delight and the end of my mortality.
cross my fingers down, but not to fast, try to make this hell time last, a little longer with shiatans daughters, across a sea of crimson waters.
all i feel, i see in your eyes, like spiderwebs that hold my sight at bay, the spires that house our tragedy with rose quartz chains and blissful misery.
i quill my soul for you, a rose never held such curves, such melody to it prose, such life for your lusts, only you i serve.
stain me, blame me, bring me your tyranny, set me as blasphemies child, watch as i loose my own homicide, to be with you once more.
i'll chase you through chasms and cross these divides, i'll rampage the heavens and darken these skies, to see you again, my hearts only freind, and pull you from the creatures rend.