it rains eternal in paradise flooding the senses leaving bodies in limbo cold winds wail without rest and the word of divinity has no value where only chaos reigns
the truth was simple: i had always belonged to the dark
the body knows it remembers the untapped and warped warmth within with each shiver fire innate tremors under the skin and rises to the surface you feel it you love it you need it and it flows
i kneeled and the darkness corrected my name gently
the sound of reality collapsing under infinite forms
the nightmare was not the mad God’s presence but the narrow world above waves a paradise where mistakes are not tolerated and resistance spells death
vagrants in paradise feeling with hands crawling through the dark on bruised knees following the warmth from cradle to light until our world ignites
another round of tea the morning rain feeds into the temptation
tip of serpent’s tongue a forbidden flower blooms in the language of tides
the ambient dark commands our cold limbs stretching and contorting bodies reminding the flesh that it is mortal time and time again