Currently drinking: Chu-hi (it may have some alcohol in it)
Oh gods, the most beautiful music has sounded
I happened to chance upon a wonderful horror,
Medusa has seduced me, I dare not look upon her face
I dread the beautiful pools that beckon me in
Yet she calls my person, deeper and deeper in, the starkness of your blue
I am poor Fortunato, buried alive, calling out to you
For the love of God!
and again, I as Fortunato, understand that it is futile
the desolate apathy sets in, I am quiet in the solace that peace will soon be here
Your existence is my death
My life is none but the empty puppet's shell in which you fill
Pull my strings, my actions are yours and yours alone
You are the essential breath
Tell me where to go oh maker!
In some dark corner of my mind, there remains a time afore
Shrouded in mystery, I seek it out
Yet, as every child learns, time is sand
Those memories slip through delicate bones
They are forgotten, even more enshrouded in doubt
I forget myself
The motions not filled with mine own life
Your intentions alone
Why did I not think to prepare for such an encounter?
I would have stuffed my ears with cotton
Nay, an alternate route instead of such a devious path
Curse the power that bedazzled my mind!
Yet as I curse it, I embrace it with arms outstretched
I welcome the death call of the beautiful stone siren
Eros has chosen to reside in myself, in lieu of mine own breath.
It's Tegan and Sara, I know...
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