EU-Molteir

"I saw you kneeling on a desert plateau Your eyes were melting from inside your skull The wind was burning holes into my skin Where does a Body end?" Sadly now I know the answer. The body ends where our pain begins. Truly a dull topic to bring up, hum? Perhaps. But it's the utter devotion for something you cannot truly explain which means most in this utterly, dreadly world of ours. Devotion for the body. The way the light reflects on the light-brown hair of someone you have known all your life but never really saw. The eyes closed beyond any reach. The paced up breathing as they mumble some words which mean nothing. That is the true devo

It's uncanny really. The way a person is normally stabbed. They say a guy never sees the bullet that's gonna kill him. But a knife is different. They stab you, you feel the knife slowly ripping through your skin tearing up your tissue, and just like that, you are dead. The fact that you end up seeing the knife that is gonna put an end to your life, the fact that they have no problem with running towards you...none of that makes any sense. You see, the knife punctures you directly, and you have perfect knowledge of that. At first you feel the tingling cold of a razor blade, penetrating on some other person's silk skin. Then it hits you what

So yeah. I am here. I have a burning desire to write something on a public place just because deep down I want people to read it. Big fucking deal. I hope I don't get bored with this or anything. As time goes on I'll probably forget this...but deep down, it will always pain me when I hear the piano that the fucking guy from the cure plays...exactly like he played it...hehe, silly to think that I could actually find a song that summarizes perfectly my state of mind at all times. So anyway, at the nights and in the caves, all cats are grey, the textures coat my skin, and in the death cell, a single note plays on and on and on. Theoretically.