Psychdelia

And he whispered 'Do I not love you, lamb?' While he cut a trail of red passion down my body, My thighs bruised the colour of the rainbow. And I whispered 'Your love is eternal, Father' While I tried to prevent my throat from gurgling a symphony, My mouth full of blood. And he whispered 'Do you not love me, lamb?' While he laid with me afterwards, Tending wounds he himself inflicted. And I whispered 'My love is eternal, Father' While I tried not to hyperventalate, Flesh crawling from fear. And one day, When I was away from him, And near his brother We laid together and I didn't shudder. And I whispered 'Do you not love me

Chapter 7 Stories of Life Eventually, everything will die. Even immortal beings, truth be told. And, instead of some people, I took that to heart like a soaring bird. All this bullshit of life would eventually end. All this meaningless would eventually fade to a bittersweet oblivion. I'm not a religious man, never have been. Being raised on the streets and shunned by everything, including churches, is sort of a reason. Not to mention, I can't think of there being any sane, respectable god out there letting all this shit happen. So death to me would be pure bliss, a nothingness that lingered through. I would become nothing. But in the meant

Part Three, Chapter 1 Constipation-Face Creates Transformation     I sat next to Sova, breathing in the air that is free to me once more. I rolled my eyes at his heroic talk and said, "Yeah, whatever, princie." It felt liberating to have my own mindset again, and I was going to use it to the fullest. Narcissistic comments, here we go.     I sort of… fell off the tree, turning it into an aerial dive. I called out, "Come on, you slow-poke, mouse-brain!" See? I was already getting the hang of the owls' swear words.     Sova sighed, following. "Where are we going? You don't even know these forests… I do." It was quite dark, and t

And he whispered 'Do I not love you, lamb?' While he cut a trail of red passion down my body, My thighs bruised the colour of the rainbow. And I whispered 'Your love is eternal, Father' While I tried to prevent my throat from gurgling a symphony, My mouth full of blood. And he whispered 'Do you not love me, lamb?' While he laid with me afterwards, Tending wounds he himself inflicted. And I whispered 'My love is eternal, Father' While I tried not to hyperventalate, Flesh crawling from fear. And one day, When I was away from him, And near his brother We laid together and I didn't shudder. And I whispered 'Do you not love me