It`s not my duty to completely drain you
You have me talking in bard languages
Pristine and whole- making
Nirvana has held up his promises and for once in my life
all gods aren’t the same.
You have met me at empty lips
and mustang thoughts
It`s the comedic comeback of romanticisms of poison that drive me to you.
Daunting and multiverse that takes me away from every darkness of the fleshly desires.
It`s the human condition to find love and I want to malfunction.
Especially when we are sculpted.
You are my sculptor
and I have, once more became not a wordless stone, but
A pupate of luminous veils.
I now fathom the reason behind diamonds instead of gold.