Category: Underground

“The wrong kind of pain and fantasy.”

There was something enticing about the concept of being able to give correction without reprisal’s fear of abandonment.

“Where only the foolish dare to not tread carefully.”

“Listen, you.

You don’t get anything without Him.”

“No priming me without reality.”

Eyes downcast, hands open on knees
And standing tall in regal expectation

A key to not
Lose or break

“Why won’t you submit,” he asked her tenderly, frustrated that she wouldn’t give into him so easily.

Panting, she replid, “Because I’m waiting for my mate. Only he can purge and banish the demons within me.”

“Focus on The Pleasure…”

She said, ‘ You’re an incubus, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Dearest…” He replied.

“Of course, I Am…”

She in turn broke
What was sacred

It killed her to learn that he’d
Initiated someone else before

On her back’s sweat and tears
Using her beloved piano bench

Later with misery’s regret cast
Out onto the county trash pile

“I don’t understand how people can play lightly with this process – let alone think that it is ok to do so.”

Underrated in current society
Because it regenerates vitality

In playing we can create
Nearly any atmospheric
Thematic for imagining

“What do you want most for your body’s viewing?” he asked her.

“I want my insides to be contored again – for them to not be protruding. But when I try to influence this directly, the impact is still screaming,” she lamented, grieving.

“A mixture of chemicals, trust, and desire
That should never be transgressed upon.”

No one shows
Their wings here
Only teeth

“About encapsulates the feeling.”

(Sleep Token Reference)

If she was to be denied, she didn’t want to be reminded.

“It still amazes me how ignorance is allowed to pose as justified righteousness.”

“You are such!”

She seemed calm amd relaxed – even at times, exuberantly happy.

But she always carried inside that damage that was never at peace.