You Devour Me,
A Selfish Self Consumption of My Soul,
We are Love.
A spiral of Boundless Energy,
As I Walk Away I Stay in Your Storm.
You Devour Me,
Like No Other Man Consumed by Love has.
It is You,
Then Me,
You and I that subside in this bed of lies.
This Toxic Greed,
This Insidious Seed.
This Emptiness which Is Lust,
Which is Us.
You Devour Me,
Like a Stone Crushed into a Mountain until it is the Mountain.
The Air that Steals and Gives Life Surrounding Me.
So Toxically Subdued,
Disposition Misconstrued.
You Devour Me,
To the point where I Hate to Love You.
Princess Marcia Anita Hobbs (25/04/1984)
Friday 13th of November 2020
Le Droit Humain