Empire Of The Senseless

Hey baby, did you miss me? What’s wrong, looks like you’ve seen the devil herself reflected off of your skin. It’s in your blood darling; don’t be so quick to dismiss my shadow. I think your bones reflect the moonlight magnificently. I think you should pick up a camera and start recording, painting what you see again. Like when you were still little and wanting to create. You’re standing in your kitchen. You need to understand. But of course, I’m a brat as always. I explain nothing. The possibilities are infinite. The definitions are almost always blurred beyond recognition anyway. Might as well define me for your own. How curious you’ve become. The female anatomy is spraying your imagination in vivid colors. Or is it only my body? The details are our story. I’m waiting to be written beside your naked skin. And you’re staring at a blank wall listening to me paint the memory of your childhood. How could I know this? How could I have been every living thing already? How do I know how your fingers ache to make m