Unearthly Match

Romeo & Juliet

The smell of your lavender scented skin. Romeo. He, yet suttle in his demonic ways, it drips dark buttterflies from behind him.

Leading the path of my benevolent peach lips to darken from your heroic drugs.

You reproduce yur sermon of a Sherpard's watch dog. Unto my body, as I, within it, feels even.

The way thou words speak,  it says unto my voice, hither thee. Come ye above my brocken heart. So that your torch may melt it from the dark cold grounds.

The smell of your rose scented skin. Juliet. She, yet suttle in her strayful ways, it drips dark buttterflies from behind her.

Doest thou love when I touch you? Every shinglings i recieve when I whisper sand into your water filled ears.

I shall blow the trumpet when thou body rains down the cloth of silk and cotton herbs. That show forth your skin of passionate pain.

Ye, you are a woman of the plum, the golden fruit of time.

You never age with the blood of fire, no...

Secret Admirer

Had that look of a note.

A note passed from his soul to mine.

At the end your secret admirer.

At the tip the blood of a heart shaped stain.

It stained the paper so deep.

My fingerprints bled upon it.

My eyes looked up in a far off distance.

So far off in set of what I think to be his feelings.

He looked at me, twitching his spirit at me.

I looked back.

His eyes demanding attension from my fearful heart.

I had no choice but to give in. To go inside his abyss.

More and more I began to feel his love, that agressive torch of a sexual touch.

The whispers were hitting my stomach as the notes became more lavish.

I had no choice but to vomit the pleasurable abuse from him.

The collide of love and anger blended into a scene thats choking me out.

I came up with a plan.

I met up with him.

And him with me.

He stared at me as though his eyes w...

Unearthly Match

The only thing I must do right now is stay calm.

This urge.

This feeling of resentment.

The feeling of an unmatched soul.

I cant find it.

I belong to something.

To someone.

The peice of  a latched soul that was half brocken.

Im a half substance of that behavior.

Skin of diffrent patterns.

Like solar sement indulged with contracted DNA.

That form of a lost combined tectrus.

The parthonian organs of a sandstorm.

And his love to find me.

I might throw things for a while and fill up a tantrum enough to blow out my half species.

But I will find him.

And he will, me.

DJ Fantasy

Tie me up.

Automatic.

Bring that dubstep into my lungs.

That melted plastic spirit gives me high.

That ugly botle of gin by the cooler.

.

Like .

Give me that Arcenic love.

That mercury drive of immortal eargasm.

Rip this esophogus sung by your power hands.

Fist it.

Fist in all that electric oil.

Choke is calling my name in the feilds of mindful terror.

And I must obey that erotic smell of the frangrance you wore last night.

You were that smokin light DJ.

And I had to dance.

For it.