Touch of the Angel Lips

[nephilim753]

Softly trespassing, it flows through your lips. An osmosis of collateral proportion. seducing the blood, heating its flow. A change, the inevitable, the effects of the silent intruder. Strait from the blood to the red, the red that is no longer seen. Hands become heavy, eyes, captured into white. Sleep, enforced on the child, tainting the innocence of a lost essence. Trembling, the body falls, a whole that leads to no end, no beginning. Lynched by the lucid thoughts who became poisoned through flesh. The crawl upon his back and the soft frost in his breath, the intruder tampers the internal machinery. Quiet, breath no more, no blood flows, no beating from the deep. A new sensation, produced into new womb. Born to see a cry of redemption. A new creation. Life.

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