Pursue me not into my waking hours!
You demon, devil whispers of knowledge unknown
Quick! Plug my ears; Tie me up!
That I might not answer to your sweet nothings.
Sweetness I am yours now.
You are my absence of faith.
You are my everything.
Pulsing, Pulsing, Pulsing: dismembered heartbeat of these primal urges.
Why do you lie in wait for me?
Spilling from my nightmares; dreamweaver,
weave not my reality.
Save this one fabric from your loom.
Let another spin my fantasies of the day.
Grow you not tired?
Thoughts unthought, known by the energies of the day and the heat
Whispers, calling me to your library once again.
Draw me Closer, Closer to God.
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