There Is A Separation – Castration Within The Rabbit Hole

Sequences out of sync, after before I think, a window with no glass, places somewhere nowhere last, wisdom not given or earned, powerful moments, sunsets lost in the darkness of the blind, a feeling of warmth without touch, perplexing questions asked without design, hooded figures standing in a row, my sins forgiven, my hate purpose …

Ruptured Sands Inside The Damaged Flesh – Castration Within The Rabbit Hole

Subtle symphonies worn in the light direct, a great few many times regret, dancing in a motion slower than before, grinding against the watery hands of above, sleeping while awake, your eyes open my mistake, fevered words sucked into a vacuum of unparalleled abandonment, twisting like the knife of life, digging deeper into my flesh, …