that violent moon bled
drained....
crisp ..blank....
armies of silence
like droplets of chrome numb
torturing this hedonistic bliss
i weep
torrents of cosmic intrusion
spun glass delusion
intimate shards
alive in aural overdrive
tepid mind fuck..
emotion never leaves the gate
stuck...sickly...primate
no time for gray..
no speed for sale
no space for solidity
no place for comfort
no whore for hire
dont kill me yet
im not prepared to die
sadistic cosmonaut...
my next high
once i thought i had you
wrapped in unabashed bliss
your drug tracked arms..
perfect fit..perfect hiss
he is still a boy
to every killing field
rainbow streaked
and half baked.....wasted..
deposited...
yet he is the best thing
this drug that flames
liquid fire injecting my veins
my lids half shut
a dirty addict....i've become..
i love the slut you've created
my dirty filth
weight-less
meaning-less
hope-less
moral-less
i slip into
unconcious-ness
within a mere taste
a hundred flames
licking my core..
.
.
.
more....
perfect fit.
.................perfect hiss
dirty fucking hedonist..
Copyright 2005 A Velvet Tongue
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