Empire Of The Senseless

I was right. It was rain that you’ve been missing. The sun is setting, so I assume the fear is beginning to set in again. Whom are you holding for dear life? Are you not yourself? Is this self not the director of everything? What could you possibly be afraid of babygirl? Self-abandonment is terrifying, I know from experiencing your life. I know from standing before your eyes. I know that I reminded you. I know how hard you are trying to forget. But I must give you fair warning. Your efforts are in vain; they will only end in upsetting you further. And look how furious you are already! You are burning with rage! With every story your temperature rises. You feel on the edge of colliding with your soul once more. You feel closer than ever before. I let you watch me. Shamelessly I unbutton my baby blue jeans and let my hand be of you. I’m drenched in the pain of been made to wait. You weren’t expecting to find me so open, freed. I turn, on my stomach, muffled by the distance between, I make myself scream; no one