Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand.
An imperative vision of satisfaction.
My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible mortification.
I feel the numbness of an orgasm as I leave my entire body.
Endorphins are released, generating complete ecstasy.
Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand.
An imperative vision of satisfaction.
My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible mortification.
I feel the numbness of an orgasm as I leave my entire body.
Inside my cerebral cortex lies an ultimate pleasure better than any sensation.
Turned into a powerless corpse, I succumb.
My brain's mechanical capacity has clearly stopped running.
Restrictions of flesh...
A magenta fluid escorts my soul to a perfect and reflexive coma
as I decline within this ideal trance.
I can no longer feel pain.
I only see my blackened blood flowing out of my veins, my carnal shroud.
I'm not furious about what you've wrecked.
In fact, I want to thank you, I want to love you.
My blood flows.
But at this instant, I'm not furious.
No need to say a word.
I leave with fervor covering my heart.