The improper reaction that nearly compose the
fulcrum leading to an ominous fate scans the intervals
betwen the tens of the tremors of peace she wants
but can’t find. Seeping and pouring both sadness and
pleasure the liters of madness she swallows can’t seat.
Frozen along the unachievable road, rolling and crowling
and crying the whys. When a train of violent orgasm
seems to be unsatisfying there are countless efforts
satisfaction. Failing emotion through the clouds of those
contradictions a clotted grume of man rolls upon the skin
without sensation. Life’s compressed between a fuck
its reaction. Hypersexuality: edentate to eat the joy is
coming from the nature’s seed. Oxymoron of the impulses
submits life to a srtonger need. Because she ofsets
without a hope, ofset without a scope, painful
without a noise because she felt the void. Both
inside a living day and night, she flounders in a
Full River Cry. Hostage in a self-perpetuating
cycle the try to compensate become maniacal
nothing but a story to tell: the life of a woman
drowning intoo despair. Bitter despite the firs
impression. Stirring and invisible illusion
deceiving perception. So hasty and inane the
consideration we usually assigne to strange
situation the people confort misjudging the
sense of perfection. Hypersexuality: so the
efforts overlap each others revolvingly spreading
out the moral from the practice to theory:
putting a patch, nothing more than a patch
can’t solve the whispers of death. Time to
discuss the name, pleasure is not an aim but a
shield to deflect what her nature wrecked.
People dying and struggling to survive: they
flounder in a Full River Cry. Nothing but a
story to tell: the life of a woman drowning
intoo a plasma of despair. Unable to sustain a
relationship, half life spent on complaining
hunger for a life that there will never be
victim of anxiety she’s costraining
Up above chaos, up above fear
Up above will, a flood to steer
Up above chaos, up above pleasure
Up above instinct from the nature
Up above chaos, up above humans
Up above freedom
Up above the orgasm when the Full
River Of Sickness Flows