PulsatePulses race, as the heart beat starts to rise, the moons face, warms me a vice, My addiction, a supple touch to crave, all in my head a work of fiction, emotions to follow to the grave, I want to feel the lithe beauty, the epitome of my pleasure, a sunpacked day on the sea, my animas' cure or curse?Pulsate
"twisted"A twisted Rhyme, for a twisted world, that twists my mind, a moon that twists time, that twists the absurd, twisting what would be kind, I love the twisting of the vine, yet hate my twisted thought, loving the twisted pain, looking for a twisted sign, or something twisted caught, Guess I am twisted not wanting gain,"twisted"
A book of the dead
