RIP The Spaceape Woken by the spirits of a new life dawning, are we dreaming? Decode the sci-fi intercept reception, we are learning. Feeding is function so the heart beats stronger, she is breathing. Physically drained but we alleviate the hunger, we are creator. Wrestling with our fears like the Unknown Soldier, we are vanity. Separate the demon from the devil inside. Is this insanity? Nerves bound taut by the frequent recollections, we are reasoning. Caught between a chance and a realization, stop us deceiving. Parasitical nature is the human savior, and the mutation. Fumbling and fussing as we fake behavior, in the mutation. Hand in mouth we know the journey was hard, we are soothing. Sleep is the cure for our next generation, we are hoping. Beyond our fighting with the earth a kind of solace is found. Can you hear me? Between these intimate strangers biologically bound. Is this the future? Our expression of love is like an infinite glance. Will it kill me? Unlocking the cold is our only chance. Do you believe me? Can you hear me?
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 04:41:24 +0000
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