the darkness becomes the sound swirling in my ears with fluttering of the moth's wings honey drips from my mouth I am the gloom itself - the bride of the ghastly lovers the light of the beacons reaches me with unearthly hands tearing the night with sparks trying to dim my black radiance the darkness becomes the touch I feel it in my skin, as it enters my flesh with teeth and claws with sweet pain and bitter pleasure I am filled with sinful lust the summoner of the murky delight the embodiment of unlight, ready to fulfill your nightmares
And arrive- and not destroy with wake? Cause I really need to know those types of moves. Like a safety dance of talk less smile more. If I drag you down, Undertoe, It's probably you in the way going slow. Going the wrong way again, I would know. Messed my self messy, messier, messy est. 1978. Finally got my head on straight. Could be my head on a plate. Could be decapitate. Could be Elon in my great state. I can sit right here and flow. Flow state. Pulling me down in a current I can't control. Smart-ass. On butt and mind real quick. Stay down, be quiet, don't get sick. I'm not in your way, so don't come drag me down. I'm looking for the ones I flow with without contention.
