Our well being sectioned off in persuasive addictions religated to emptyness with satiated and left to remission the definative reflection fucking slaps back to reality
supressive, reflective, intensive directive is higher
than lower
should we empty who we ought to be
detecting the offensive we left out our retention at kkeping ourselves from ourselves we’re back to when we should’ve started
should have begun
heretical sensible beast of tide
emotions and motion to passion greedily inbided ready to hold
to the dreams held by butterflies the music youre drunk from is called the heathens lullaby

second devotion spared by knee spread bloody prayers
alcohol trances and possessed ritualistic games of flesh and spirit

and to think you can see these very things in your neighborhood bar every night

every night
hold her/him/it close

tightly

like its the last thing in your universe
because in this verse

it is

sweet angel dissonance sell me your wings
youre lost in or synonyms while we laugh in our rings
dancing as pagans naked in the moon
soon we’ll be dying,

reduced to words painted across your womb
we sigh, we cry, and never wonder why neither satan or god loved us

like a heathens lullaby.