there is but one divine sanctity

left in this momentary torrentiality 

that is the very cataclysm 

of institutionalised absence

of regurgitated diligence

of exquisite stillness

this is but the very moment 

that will lead us to an eternity
which does not exist
in any form
except that of an endless hell

Dream
me up a separate existence;
a drowned innocence

for i have done nothing to
earn this jealousy which fills
me in a way

that is far too real.

given this full disclosure:
Fuck me until I forget who you are.