we are the violent

we are the violent

we are the violent. Cast aside permissions like the breath of early bedroom encounters. her name would be fire if you could capture in a language, but no tongue on earth can hold the meaning. It flows like water over toes and under skin, sinking into pores as a cleansing salt; charcoal scrub both burns and purifies. You find us in quiet hours when you’re alone and no one is around, all those secret fetishes that come unbound. We daze new wave, shoegaze, everything we see we want to feed on. itching that all need scratches, Destiny and me wish to plea for more of your injustices, scouring out inky silky darkness of each daywalker at night in club on vacation. here try a little, we won’t hurt you, we are friends…..yeah, sure. Ours is symbiosis, there is no separation so to attempt to explain would be futile. You will never know this kind of bond until you are bound. We keep the late tides tidy. bullet from a gun, knife in the back, we observe with a shark’s nose for blood. when you become predator there is no right or wrong, only icy fingers that grasp soul as you extinguish another. Further down the ladder we climb. A little here, a little there, there is stone in our hearts and suns in our heads. We fear no man. This is a love born of stars’ cores and blackhole gravity. We will keep going until we crush each other into nothing and we will treasure every fucking moment. You should know if we come upon you, it’s nothing personal. Nature’s work never apologizes, it just is. Breaking can be ecstacy, effectively. Your demise is tattooed on our fingers.

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