Transcendence

Transcendence I remember the moors A landslide of sadness She looked over her shoulder at me Licked her lips and Smelt her top lip because she liked how it smelt I stood behind her Smashing Her Gash In What travesty of a circus is this life? What travesty? I return to the moors Standing naked, I let the merciful rain wash her blood From my claymore of glistening meat The circus continues… Transcendence I remember the moors A landslide of sadness She looked over her shoulder at me Licked her lips and Smelt her top lip because she liked how it smelt I stood behind her Smashing Her Gash In What travesty of a circus is this life? What travesty? I return to the moors Standing naked, I let the merciful rain wash her blood From my claymore of glistening meat The circus continues…