Thursday, December 25, 2014

My Addiction

mystic apparitions fly above
the moon is blood red
light disappears into obscurity
endlessly falling toward hellish ecstasy
my passion for pleasure consumes
i am bound to the feeling
i can't stop wanting more
grotesque beauty awaits me
searching for a higher plane

obsession of sensation

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