These daydreams strangle me with a passionate grasp, they clutch me till breathlessness takes over and leave me just as I am about to die of ecstasy. If I could, my hands would run all over your body and soul alike till I’ve stripped you off naked because beauty and sin need to fuse into each other till they’ve become one. They can never be separated, for that would be one casualty I cannot afford. These desires run deeper than you can ever imagine or understand. Volcanic eruptions and midnight fog pales in comparison to what we are. The entire universe starts and ends at our feet. We’re grand yet mediocre. Steeped into the seas of profaneness. If the gods ever tear at my flesh, they’ll find crimson perversion. I don’t claim to be an ordinary human whose life is spent doing the same old acts patterned in pedantic squares. Give me something mechanical and watch me destroy it to death. It’s not weak to give in to your whims, I say do it day in and day out. Breathe out puffs of apathy from that cigar and spread the grey ashes into the abyss of the society. Weak is when you stop chasing these fantasies, When you become afraid to feel them living inside you. Do not let them slip out of your grasp forever or this war will rage on. To feel is to be vulnerable and to be vulnerable takes strength and courage. The sand of this eternal hourglass will lie suspended in the cold air the day you revel in your dreams and when that happens, I promise you, it will tremble your bones with a vigor and wonder you never knew existed.