Hatred of the chaos of the whirlwind of the tornado
Anger purely simplistic banal gold laced clouds of anger
Despicable descriptions of flesh and bone
When the daylight might as well be the night
And I want to find myself hooked inside of you
Watching you scream with anger
As you hate me
And I hate you
And none of it matters because
We hate the pleasure we give each other
We hate the pain we take from each other
Instant delusion , precursing confusion
Clarity ripped apart in a perfect moment of
A perception refining away the pleasure
And now we writhe with agony and agape
Hiding in each others shadows
We pull the sensations from within
And feel them spread out
Through a body locked inside another
As there is hatred in the eyes of lovers
At a perfect moment voiding the mantra
Together forever locking a memory
In each others minds
Forgotten infinity
And its building
Her body is twitching
And this is what I am thinking
Waiting for her to moan
Waiting for her to sqeeze
The breath from my lungs
As we die in each others arms
Only to awaken
In a sheetless bed
Next to a stain
That we made the night before.