𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗

Pattered thoughts, violent dreams

The eels come out before I’ve seen any glimpse of you

My seduction is real,
my whole being you are welcome to see

I’ll paint you the purest picture with the brightest golds and blues
for the eyes of isis i determine this an intimate showing

Alone in solace you mourn my truth