lungsandsilk

A mechanical composition of  Medieval violence and Shakespearian love 4am he drags his tentacles and babies legs into my frost bitten room Azure pools of delicious knowledge form the eyes carved deep into his skin The cave of his mouth harbours teeth sharp enough to slice the air From it spews a language only he and I share. His heart beats in a birdcage – the biggest you've ever seen Klaus & I fornicate with imagination while you're all out at play Keep your social gatherings – the thought of them makes me ill So I've created a monster? Well his obscenities keep me sane. The real world breaks my bones. We're the winter c