11/09/2012

Oblivion

I’ll make up all the rules
I’ll design your oblivion
Give me the seasons
And those voided nights
I’ll undress a sacrifice
And hold it up to the light
To examine its diseases
Soon, it’ll morph into a lust
That will consume us
And mould our grey matter
Into volatile proportions  
So we’ll never be able to see
Past eachother’s eyes.