never to amaze the philosophical I.
Arriving onto the Kashmir of all that is and should be, thone to the eternal kingdom.
Mortals passing through love, cometh o' pretty common man stating death.
Swapping the change for just one more taste, Ramen -- cling "Romane" lusting.
Sweating sticky drop, curving softening silk of salt-water trickles into palm of relentless obsession.
Churning mind over matter of fact hate -- scratching, tearing, ripping, shredding, at the very flesh that is to be taken to Eden.
Sitting within the flowers of eternal night, hands wipe the stained mind clear.
Cool crisp dawn of trinkets, tainted foreground of loud crickets, mild soap washing soft slippery toads from might.
Cleansing soul for the philosophical Angmar, reaching deep within bowels of confusion.
Light flashed the dark stricken night, only to penetrate unknowingly to the tale-end of all.
Clinging to the manes of hard steel, slashing wrists seeping of life -- drink to ecstacy.
Time and space no meaning with infinite passionate whipping, lashing pure as day.
