A constant knocking
Awakens the forgotten self.
Illusions of internal nightmares
Dance around an empty room.
Escape with me.
As in Paradise Lost,
“The mind is its own place.
And in itself
Can make a
Heaven of Hell,
A Hell of Heaven.”
Monsters of the mind
Can rarely be tamed.
Releasing trapped emotions.
The female body acts as a vessel
For organic transformations of buried desires.
Performing rituals of chaotic consumption
Glorifying the physical need for constant affirmation.
The shadow of the sea
Vibrates against the constant drumming
Of the waning moon.
This theatrical production of life
Shapes the fearful concept of time.
Against the rigid grids of
The uncertainty of human morality.
Adrenaline, Fear, Hope, Longing,
We are most likely to accept offers less than 10%.