about your heart.
it’s like fighting the most beautifully fallen angel of... Goooooooooooooooooooooooooddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ll claim it! tooth and nail!
occupy the very last blood cell
of its’ beautifully territorial dwell.
your pulse
is the continuous wave
of an electromagnetic sharp and split brain Gemini discourse
you are talking me about your ego..
should I be proud of something I
know I’m in need of??
up until now, being a man
seemed like some pleasure summer trains
never challenged my favorite fundamental fucked up pains.
the sun is shining
but so are my sour wounds
I’m in majestic pains
never thought happy could leave such right out opened grounds of feuds.
licking your heart beats
will utterly (hopefully) connect me to the utmost of your emotional wits
I welcome your spell
seems like something right of
my prescription of must-have hell.
