A taciturn orchestra entombed in darkness ...a floating tune of intense madness, the whispers of a nameless fear, i feel a slimy trail trickle down my legs, the ecstasy throttles me with its insidious piety, two bodies intertwined in a nameless distortion, a slimy something slithers down the spine as well, coaxing out a few rapid, fiendish gasps. Crushed by the weight of togetherness i crave for the impassionate melancholy of loneliness, im choked by the terror of being alive, of perceiving the tumultuous desires of the flesh, of seeing the blood cascade through catacombs of nerves on my thigh, of watching the dirt in my nails settle swiftly into a dreaded pattern. There is life beyond the red punctured here and there by white drops, a life already explored in ignorance, a reality inexorable but unfathomable at the same time. A reality i wish to covet, a platform i hope to climb onto. Rapid thoughts spin an ominous yarn to cast a web of confusion over a troubled psyche; dreams have a heinous aura even their surrealistic womb-like silence. Dreams that speak, dreams that stare, dreams that touch, dreams that even smell...but dreams that never ever hear.
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