Empire Of The Senseless

Don’t be scared. Breathe baby. You’ve never known anything like me, and you never will again. I will do as I am. I will belong to each breath. I will make them deep. I will reach into the depths of my lungs. I will pull out a memory. It will be a story I haven’t written yet. I will write you. I will see it manifest. Before my naked body you will come to be. My eyes do not fool me when I hold them shut fiercely. I will not be deceived by my own perception of the dream you’ve laid before me. I will perceive desire instead. I will see an entirely different realty. I will paint it with mantras on my bedroom ceiling in the dark. I will sing my truth. It will be a lie to you. You will spit at my childish disregard for sentimentality. Your emotional stability is of no concern to me. I am concerned with my spiritual existence only. My precious flesh: my home. The blood running within feeds my desire to seek. The material is worthless. You promised possession would cure the ache in my guts. I was a baby then. My boney