One.
I am the one condamned
Who outlive me to compensate regrets I must transmit
An eroical masochism
Trust in a reciprocal abuse.
Devotion to pathology.
Floating in the narrow space of a venomous context: a chronical desease and a psychological complex.
She compensate the distance disregarding consequences.
Striving for the affluent.
Striving for the emphaty.
To cast the virons into the flux,
tributary Affluent of Woe
fate of iron with Human Touch,
necessary sharing of foes
As a parth of my existence I’m a collateral tinder
for her translitteral sentence.
She’s my participant sinner
without a trace of repentance.
Humanity has
to legit the purpose of a choice, the harmony of the noise
sentencing to die, in the folly of a moment.
From his cage funeral taste of life.
Sick, wrong, devolution.
People shouldn’t think about it
but they must,
probably we can’t understand but they
are sured and then
push, take, fill, cry. He, she both cursed
and they’ll be cursed ’till the end of time.
Their lives now seem a river-like
elaborate death scheme.
I’m a collateral river
for his translitteral mainstream, he’s my participant
sinner to something that I need to redeem.
Contact to contact
immolation of a soul, legitimizing the need of a sacrifice
involving a copule of kind person following thogether the
same road.
No second thoughts go into details: T helper
cells depletition mark immunosoppression during
seroconversion. Replication thoughts the unfalling latent
period recess or transcription process asymptomatic.
Opportunistic infections, features inauspicious clinical
picture. A stricture to not favour the nature.
Now they have found the pleace of succumbing.
The river of sickness flows, in the terms of a common fate,
carryingup in the surface: the discovering of the new methods to
display the sacrifice and the sharing of the poison
because what is yours must be mine, reconcilied with the
sentence taking the advantage of the consequences.
Striving for the affluent. Striving for empathy.
To cast the virons into the flux,
tributary Afluent Of Woe
Fate of iron with Human Touch,
necessary sharing of foes
They are river and affluent as a geophysical wedding
He spills his venomous content into a river by the law of sharing
They reach the ultimate agreement to the last moment of their run, perfect is vow’s fulfilment: togheter as
One
“I take thee to my wedded husband,
to have and to hold from his day forward
For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,
In sickness and in health
To love, cherish and to obey”
‘Til Death Do Us Parth