A Stoic Euphoria.
As your gluttonous eyes seduce me
I writhe under this penetrating cancer
Spinning into a soulless retina, I am consumed
Your disease seeps into my pores, a rapid and barbaric spark of eternity
And all we are good for is this passionless fuck
All we have to hand down to our children are the reigns of reproduction
This drunken intercourse of alienation and forgiveness
hangs in the air with this stinking flesh,
the nauseating scent of the cauterization
of my gaping wounds of humble idolization
They will never look at you for the right reasons.
I am pregnant with confusion and the awful desire to compose
In the fragile position of a fetus I am coiled into myself precious and warm
As this womb is severed and pealed away
a once righteous haven is now my passage
into an unforgiving universe.
Through this cloud of isolation, they will never see me like you
So, in all of these vacant years darling, know that I have been touched
My God, I have been touched
but never since, have I been so moved to the caliber you moved me
And through this, I find sedation is so necessary
For this loneliness pulses, runs hard through my savage existence
And this body, once my temple has so, become my tomb.
I writhe under this penetrating cancer
Spinning into a soulless retina, I am consumed
Your disease seeps into my pores, a rapid and barbaric spark of eternity
And all we are good for is this passionless fuck
All we have to hand down to our children are the reigns of reproduction
This drunken intercourse of alienation and forgiveness
hangs in the air with this stinking flesh,
the nauseating scent of the cauterization
of my gaping wounds of humble idolization
They will never look at you for the right reasons.
I am pregnant with confusion and the awful desire to compose
In the fragile position of a fetus I am coiled into myself precious and warm
As this womb is severed and pealed away
a once righteous haven is now my passage
into an unforgiving universe.
Through this cloud of isolation, they will never see me like you
So, in all of these vacant years darling, know that I have been touched
My God, I have been touched
but never since, have I been so moved to the caliber you moved me
And through this, I find sedation is so necessary
For this loneliness pulses, runs hard through my savage existence
And this body, once my temple has so, become my tomb.