Pulsing. Throbbing. Growing. Breathing on the face of this.
On the face of this, bending these thoughts to mean more than they should.
We blame you for infectious acts, the poisons.
Our hands tremble.
Caress the benign
More than a slight irritation but not such, not much of an episode to be concerned, afraid with.
Biding my time to welcome death and a breath underneath all this hurt.
You don’t mean a thing.
This is 1 of the best instrumental albums I've heard, EVER. Top 3: this Wide Eyes, Andromida (Timeless), & The Algorithm (Compiler Optimization Techniques). thevossman