Delectable DissectionA most delectable dish rests within the head of one's being.(Beautiful; tender.)Although, the preparation ponders a question.Of which form shall I prepare you..?Would a thorough baking prevail? Or perhaps, a delicate roasting?(I ponder with the boiling of blood.)A selection of countless tastes.(One with a spiced confession? A hearty perplexity?)The options run endlessly, for each withholds divine moisture.(Flavourings..)Desires, presumptions, petty dreams.(Tendencies of the common gossip.)My preference lingers toward the phrases of a rude, sharpened nature.(A filling texture.)Lengthy confessions prove bitter, as timid thoughts digest irritably.Quiet your voice, my dearest.Into the pan your tongue shall simmer.
VisualPirouette acid.Contentment of rosewater.Such blend amusement throughout one's veins.Expanded terror.Quarters of fabric.Solace desires puss, as do noiseless rains.
A Constructive KingdomArise from the dusts, my child.(Compositions reign highly in your favour of trust.)String along your tattered visions.(Ponderings of certainty shall play fairly in your court.)Wishful bliss shall construct your jester.(Tattered, prideful, and negating a conscience.)Gluttonous proportion shall construct your king.(Ignorant, lustful, and without hesitation.)Desire and irritability shall construct your queen.(Sociable, liable, and turning from dreams.)And you, my dearest, shall initiate a cause.(Tallest, purest, and with termination of flaws.)Ponder your being, and grasp tightly your claws.For I rest as the damned, and thrive as what was.
SpunAmber blankets instruct ecstasy.Rivers cradle infants and faults.Candles frame forms of ravenous consumption.Tempests cease miracles, as do tender plots.
SimplisticThe oceans-Engulf their prey-Contain each plea-Upon stones I remain.
ObservationEyes of my own engulf frozen soils.The lingering poisons disrupt a common thought.Salvation encrusts itself namelessly and without praise.Similarities peak formally, and also without doubt.
ProcessA spoon departs the tips of my fingers.Egg-like foams..Depth.Voluptuous acid..Violation.Ponderings of greenery..Pity.Stupendous consumption..Wrath.Spillage of assets..Pastes of pity.A vanishing, perhaps?
A PonderingIf one's progression issues forms of extermination, are they to move forward, regardless?Salt, seeds, and endless evenings are details which brew writings of certainty, although, such are not received as perceived.And if the curtains were to silence themselves, and the pests retreat without a publishing, would I ensure tranquility?Ponderings present themselves adequately; wisdom.Such is drawn with impossibility's red ink, my child.A permanent, pleasing thought of opposites lingers pleasantly among the eyeless cattle.Polishing exists eternally - cease not your composition, my dear.