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.