Raz
Bluelighter
Hey there Beatleboy,
I see your languid dance with death, lying on your back in some kind of quiet moment....stroking at your invisible lover, grasping with legs at the air and what's in it. I wonder how it would feel to have electrochemical communion with you while you fuck your life away? I wonder what your secretions have to say to someone who could interpret them?
I'll watch you a while longer, feel like a voyeur in the sense that God feels like a voyeur every time one of us carks it I suppose. I wonder if God feels the same way about us, watching us breathe our last breath and questioning what it feels like for us to slip away from everything we know. What does it feel like Beatleboy, to slip away from everything you know?
You've kind of slowed down, rolled into a little ball as much as you can while death is fucking you on your back. The strokes are longer and more dragged out, it's your body remembering sleep and easing away from life. Death came for you and now it just needs to pull out...it's always kind of sad when the dance is over, but have that sleep now and let the endorphins do their job (or whatever your buggy equivalent is).
Sleep well Beatleboy, sleep well.
I see your languid dance with death, lying on your back in some kind of quiet moment....stroking at your invisible lover, grasping with legs at the air and what's in it. I wonder how it would feel to have electrochemical communion with you while you fuck your life away? I wonder what your secretions have to say to someone who could interpret them?
I'll watch you a while longer, feel like a voyeur in the sense that God feels like a voyeur every time one of us carks it I suppose. I wonder if God feels the same way about us, watching us breathe our last breath and questioning what it feels like for us to slip away from everything we know. What does it feel like Beatleboy, to slip away from everything you know?
You've kind of slowed down, rolled into a little ball as much as you can while death is fucking you on your back. The strokes are longer and more dragged out, it's your body remembering sleep and easing away from life. Death came for you and now it just needs to pull out...it's always kind of sad when the dance is over, but have that sleep now and let the endorphins do their job (or whatever your buggy equivalent is).
Sleep well Beatleboy, sleep well.
