juxtaposey

Almost out of time, but we won the race today and the Princely Prophet Pauper sells souls along the way. Pick a spot to picnic, and watch for acid rain Daddy has some childhood fears to help us ease our pain. Two and two is even spent while angels toast the dawn belated violent shortcomings act too late before you're gone. A couple passes side by side trailed in sunset fire, but all too soon extinguish it to linger on desire. So we'll drink to the Princely Prophet Pauper with most ill-fated wine for two and two is even spent and we're almost out of time.

A gentle brush of your lips electric spark fast-paced slicing through your mind. Adrenaline Rush. the heat of your body and mine lingers in the air like a thick fog. Light falls on your cheek only to be brushed off by the dark course of blood as it flows through your face. Racing pulse. The mystery of it all, yet so familiar. Emotions entwined This gentle kiss and smoldering glance. Unleashed. yet, never to be felt by you.

Listen to it the Thunder of the Thief as he pounds through my House of cards built so crashing painstaking just another member of Genocide X I Am. Trickling through the window of my Soul you break I built to protect this titanium plated perish able Fiend I Am. Swirling above me still listening for Sights left blind by the Siren as she Wails signal the Thunder of the Thief I Am.