Alluring soliloquy with a scent of the poppy echoing sleep clinging to the fabric of intoxication, sweet Opium...goodnight fading with each breath, currents of memories in the quietus of the rain escaping from the rattle from the chaotic ligature of the dripping...

Death is nothing but a ghost in my Lenovoa memory of a cold moon and broken dreams parroting a rhythm using plastic keys with eulogies from the shepherd's hand...A ghost in my Lenovo

flikering shadows, despaired nightfrisky feeling, stalking the energyyou reach for me but I push awaytightly bound and reaching...I'm dreamingdarkly inviting is the need poolcommingling with lust it is agonytragic feeling it spells my demisenever to fade in the momentmy...