Music/title: Heavydirtysoul; Twenty One Pilots
Isn’t it always this way?
. .. . ..
Most of the time it blends together.
Each session running into the next- But this… This time..
God, to be in that moment again..
Your nails digging unforgivingly into my hips,
My own body completely crushed beneath the weight of you-
Convulsion, after convulsion, after convulsion,
It’s always this way..
And I am never more complete, when completely without control.
/ / /
I am everywhere, and nowhere all at once this week..
Tell me- When does it stop?