The Possession of Pure Beauty

An Experiment — Midnight Shuffle

An opaque clarity, a wisp in the wind, overcome with a feeling 
of sadness That soon transcends to utter madness

In a break from disease and A peaceful non existence ,I crave our rhythms of lust now ashes & dust…

I entice it with sweet lies and soft deceit and then it’s too late.

As I often fight fluidity in life , I drown in a Black Ocean Leaping and tearing , I listen to A song without audio , sweet and absolutely desirable.

God doesn’t seem as passionate when My Lady , My loaded Pistol , Forgets All recollection of love..

and worst of all forgets Empathy.

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