Acephale.

Acephale.

Beautiful Spring, it breathes life into the world.

Like a Cigarette being inhaled

and bringing intoxication to me....So Beautiful is Spring

Deadly Beautiful is Winter, Sorrowful Nights, Crying,

Indulging in the Pleasures of the Flesh

Not out of Passion but out of Escape.

Burning Hellish Summer, Oh How I Despise you!,

Making Dante's Inferno look like Paradiso

No one No one No one knows who I am.

Heavenly Mania is Autumn, the Curse never stops.

The Virus of my Wetware.

It is my Bluebird in my heart, I let it out at night.

He sings to me all night.

He removes my organs, Feasting upon them, pecking at my heart, my Lungs,

My Liver,

My Burning Stomach, my Skin, My Intestines, My Eyes.

Pecking, Pecking, Pecking.

Forgotten Forever