-Suture Karma Chakra-
Co-written with Seeker of the Way

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I wish I could build a new world for us, our own dimension. We could be co-creaters of our own
heavenly hell.

And zombies become purified as they roam the shadows that are our love. We have become one, a
God, ruler of all natural and artificial flavorings that this life creates.

Natually it is an artificial thing, virtually yours forever as the pre-paid message goes.
I make wings from my skin to visit you.

Everything goes backwards forever and a day; milky white eyes with diluded blue skin. I know what
every one of the messages say, lightly feeling your wing tips full of sin.

I fall apart like the skin of a vampire, dracula under the sun of you. I cry acidic tears of
joy, and kill the pain that you abuse.

Fingers run through knotted hair, eyes are open wide. Filling up with your despair, I've got no
reason to hide.

I become a paint-by numbers -- choose your colors well. I can become a rainbow for you or rain
washing you down to hell.

Kissing lips of death for you, lust enough to feed the two, slipping down the drain and gutter,
do my kisses make you shudder?

Shudder like the coverings upon the windows of a haunted house, I become the maze which contains
the mouse.

Windows change to my dismay and make the task harder for me, your mouse was lost all the day but
has yet to be set free.

Lost lost! I put up posters to find you, I wish to eat away the time that I wasted losing you. If
I could wake from this sleep I would rescue you from your keep; I regain my balance and re-fill
the chalace and build you a palace built for two.

So everything new becomes the old, lives are bought to just be sold. The clock strikes an unknown
quantity as you get to know all of me.

As I do I shed the remaining dis-colored threads that were like a choaking cloak hung upon the
hook of my soul, When I am with you I want to myth you and know the real thing I wanna lose
control.

Lost and found in a dirty box, chained to death so pick my locks. Together we change into a
brand new cover, two are now one, become my lover.

Ironically and paradoxily, your very words become the key. I wish to explore all your chakras
last is the top first is the bottom-ah, I want to please you pleasantly shock-ya.

Please me, tease me, ease me, seize me, tell me what I should pretend to be. One is down with no
more to go, I've tasted your high and felt your low.

Angels sigh to view the me and the you the one from two, upside down hearts beat the drum, I cry
like a baby as you suck my thumb, sessky sessky as she musks me, lost in the bottomless pool of
ecstasy.

Out of the storm and lifeless I drown in the waves, the breath from you, my life it saves. Faint,
delirious and seeing double, fun just gets me into more trouble.

No YOU are the trouble and I get into you, fun in the sun as we bathe anew, we are so wrapped
around each other I am confused, which is the Mae and which is the you?

The Mae is to the West of me, but the witch is in the east, look closer for the Jayne to see, in
a Mansfield with a sex craved beast.