The Rites of Man are slowly being sold, the price of warm embraces races skywards out of reach, cruel reflection, passed rejection now relentlessly refrain, my one remaining wish that tender heartfelt kiss, my one true love, my only desire, accept this sensual offering I lay down at your feet, deflower me, devour me, make me more a part of you than I could ever dream, again this quick sensation takes a hold upon my reasoning, discarding, disconcerted, leaves me open and exposed, and I would trade this foolishness for an ounce of childish innocence, caught on zephyr lost in sands of time, with the spiral slipping tight I can't undo what has begun, I can't quieten down these voices that keep saying she's the one, the pendulum is beating time now hard against the walls and the Pepperhaus is shaken hard, then buckles and then falls, faked passion, poison, pain, false temperament sustained, this nectar sends my senses shifting silently surrenders me.
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