It seeks to be released. The fragments of a once brightened disposition are blackened in misanthropic disgust of all that has unsettled from within. In
as I shall rest inside of you forevermore. In orgasmic captivation am I pleased with such voracity. Let go your moral anchor and descend beside me. Our
With unease have I slept these past months. Her stride burning bright the confines of my dreams, the sleight of hand unleashing this perfection. To such
, familiar to these hills. My father hath traversed these lands decades before my birth. A century doth pass by, the veins of the earth entrenched with
forgiveness. Oh, Death, eternal requiem, how your decaying hands shall stay my feet no more. My head anointed in disgust, it irrigates these veins. With
made in flesh will in sickening glory run feverishly upon the razors edge. Admiration, this night shall end. How she loathes the sight of herself. And with
scent stinging my eyes, can never blind the love I possess. And in silence have I sworn to remain ardent and impassioned. And may no enemy encircling
is hope. There will always be hope And in my refusal to drown beneath the currents, I with calloused hands have reached into the abyss and drawn forth
My senses, how their impairment embitters me. With each rise and fall of my chest do I breathe such fire. Maintaining this caricature lacking opposition
difference between you and all the others aside from you being the alpha male of just a different pack of wolves. You said that this conflict would end with
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side by side in mute. No longer will the world claim ignorance of our names. Knee deep in human waste, our hands and mouths full of innards. The walls
have bared through ice and snow. These pale eyes shall never reveal what they know. Vile and putrid is the aura I omit. I shall still sheeply follow.
hands and through what means was this monstrosity, this endlessness entombed beneath the flesh of a man? This index of untold dimensions and length containing every moment and
they slither, And I have bedded down beside them (Contradicting my word). Your throat is choked with dust, But still your tongue is forked. You ramble on with
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Your image, not forgotten, burns its place into memory; your name, a burden that I speak, weighing heavily on my tongue. I would hope that the sunrise
