Drenched in the perfume of hell. Impasto of burning oils. Forming continents on my. Outstretched naked body, erupting. . Crimson. Stains of shame. Stains of shame.
With each daring new concept. Creation and form. One fragment of shelter. From heaven be torn. . The bleeding through barriers. Shine of redemption. The taste of renewal.
Still alive, all knowing eye. Beneath your stream of words. Your rapid stream of words. Though none will ever live to share. The radiant streato, the promised hues.
I grant to you. No privilege of person. No sense of self. A denial of choice. It wants out. So from all the little bits and pieces. A simple case of lost and found.
Jackal, aches for pain beyond me. Bestiality beacons, the anger set free. For there is no pain greater than thine. For there is no gain but the fury inside.