Gaerea - Urge

A recipe for a hazard built out of scraps
Time is but a putrid conception
To get loose from this drug fuelled romp
A lighting second take out your breath
Deeper, Nastier
Discriminate the sense of right or wrong
Express core will tremble
Neurolic Obsession knows no rest
No brighter path
On a slash of sugar truths
PAIN
Ostracize the taste of Men
DEATH
Satisfaction by Passion
URGE
Decimation in Darkness
Madness embrocates my breath
The Ocean of being rips us apart
The fall of the wanderer amuses his master
Distance. Closure, Love
Pleasant Numbness
Psychic structure
Skin exudation
Unsavory thoughts
A mold covered nest
Teardrops
Empty conscience
Flanked by a timbered realm
Under the orb
Of a pale blue sky
Awareness lips
Celestial candlelight
Whispers of silence
So sacred above
Dogged with your unsettling whisper
Doting eyes staring down at them
Endless seclusion is the only choice
Factual desire is a fable
The Deaf will surpass it's creator
Splitting their lives apart
Shrilling of Silver tongues
Future dreams deep down in codeine spoons
Swallowed by the almighty dictator
Who wrote their noxious code
No blood pressure cut down on your throat
Full pleasure on our sculpture of flesh
"How to transcend this sensual emptiness.
This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks,
Cut stems struggling to put down feet,
What saint strained so much,
Rose on such lopped limbs to a new life?
We won't figure out who he is
But who we are through hearing him
Discomfort and humour
PAIN
For the blank scum
DEATH
We miss our desire
URGE
I miss having lust