"sleep is a welcome gadget
in our head bond hood
the crawling animals will seek
all things warm all things moist
I will relentlessly shame myself"
Definitely getting some form of carnal vibe here, not sure what quite yet. Until:
"steal my sweating lips
wield my starving hips
there’s a cult inside of me
form a salt sprinkle it around me"
Alright, seems like the basis to a pretty straightforward love song. Not so much crude as twisted in my personal theory, as I got from the few recurring themes here:
"the creeper’s blood is seeping
from this undead wooden headboard
varnish my forehead red in evening
drip down over my jowls
bid them writhe and sprout their
heavy feathers lift my drooping heart"
Looking over the whole thing again, I can't shake the thought of necrophilia, especially after rereading the first quotations. Seems (obviously) somewhat cult-like if it is, too.
"sleep is a welcome gadget in our head bond hood the crawling animals will seek all things warm all things moist I will relentlessly shame myself" Definitely getting some form of carnal vibe here, not sure what quite yet. Until: "steal my sweating lips wield my starving hips there’s a cult inside of me form a salt sprinkle it around me" Alright, seems like the basis to a pretty straightforward love song. Not so much crude as twisted in my personal theory, as I got from the few recurring themes here: "the creeper’s blood is seeping from this undead wooden headboard varnish my forehead red in evening drip down over my jowls bid them writhe and sprout their heavy feathers lift my drooping heart" Looking over the whole thing again, I can't shake the thought of necrophilia, especially after rereading the first quotations. Seems (obviously) somewhat cult-like if it is, too.