A gentleman's pocket watch ticking away the moments A ladies perfume left in the air... In the sheets A complex taste of recollections and emotions A slideshow of terror repeatedly interrupting A tentative exploration of another's skin
Grounding constantly to keep the Hellions from twisting my past with my present Creating A horrifying wild fire in the Intricate parts of who you are
Molded and influenced by recollections Parts of life lived however reluctantly at...
Hearts are not always beautiful creatures: haunted by monsters, living inside cages, trapped inside walls, torn apart both by demons and hands they believed loved them. " - A. Doyal
Nebulous monsters that cannot be pinned down with a name Cat like eyes and sharpened sinister grins Prowling its caged up beautiful hearts Murcurial creatures with the capacity for Both horror and beauty
Serendipitous gothic romance between complex creatures Living inside cages made from The stories we believe about who we are The walls cushioned...
And I have still other smothered memories, now unfolding themselves into lambless monsters of pain. " - Vladimir Nabokov
The horrors that she kept attempting to conceal To bury in the darkest black hole To keep its existence contained in nightmares But because they have been burried in the dark and Secrecy is a way of life it has become a wild enraged creature A savage animal intent on being heard
Striking against the uncomfortable confines A rage simmering in the wild creatures blood Like any rage it has...
...the hidden tumor of an unspeakable passion. " - Vladimir Nobokov
The monster shakes With need to feed a Unspeakable passion obscured with secrecy A vice that is willingly submitted to constantly The lines defining him as a person Blurred until they aren't seen anymore
This is when he choose to be a monster Acquiring thread made of perversion and lies Forming a charming human facade Stitching in the lies and trickery Securing it to rotting revolting skin Bloated with toxic gas