gratuitous scenes of ultra violence seeps thru eyes accustom to ravenous deeds. self and otherwise inflicted pain upon that wish-i was-there half. a masked necessity to kill what's dead, or yearn, in order to go on, to live. maybe that's what it was. at any rate, my blue and purple veins protrude more and more now. how i seek to steal her thoughts. chaos runs rampant in my hand. but i forgive & forget. sleep next to heroin, taunt & crave you- oh, how i'd love to tie you down, kiss you til your eyes well with tears. lips, dirty with ecstasy, manifest themselves unto me. where everything and nothing else, obliterated, existing no more in our being. black linens & lace, we tangle, (everything turns to passion). reminding us that, all is relative, fluidness to the moment's need; objects at rest don't always tend to stay at rest, not with you, not with me. but we evolve, might remain with our fetishes; perhaps seeking more. yet what we see won't ever leave; what we touch we can't erase. our gut symmetries may never fade, the bodies, buried beneath the floorboards will always wreak of havoc.