Words for Jupiter

She let an incomprehensible mutter
I didn’t let it weigh on my mind too long
Her fragile naked body laid before me
A feast that I wanted far too long to indulge in

Naturally any man would be able to take the bull by the horns
But I couldn’t bring myself to drift away from the thought
What was said?
What was going through her mind?

The burden, the thought of fowl love making sank deep in
Was I not performing at my peak ability?
Did some past lover crawl his way into her thoughts?
Was this love a false one?

I began to sweat more
My movements devolved from fluid motion into erratic thrusts
Images of her bathing in sunlight with another drowned my tongue
Pleasure was no longer the tender hand that guided me through the night

In a split second, we locked eyes
Her lips swollen with warm saliva
“I can’t continue until you tell me. What did you say?”
Her mouth widened, as if being awarded some prestigious gift

“Don’t you know? I’m In love with you.” 

There are some emotions I just can’t bring myself to explain. Maybe I just can’t bring myself to admit. We’re all scared, but we all get through it. It’s the circle of life. Fear. Fear stops you at the door with it’s grin and says, “No, you don’t want to do that, not today.” Fear is the friend that sleeps by you at night while you gaze into the absence of light. When you sit and think, fear is your friend. That proverbial angel on our shoulder watching out for, what we both know, is a failed attempt. That closed feeling of anxiety that greets you while driving down a highway at 3 in the morning while drunk, that’s fear. The only sign of human beings actively living in this empty planet. 8 billion people on the planet and we all have the same thing in common. 

And I begin to realize that the sounds playing through the speakers imitate my movements. 
With the full moon above I can begin to understand the reasons behind the heart.
Reasons for smiling under circumstances that ask for the opposite.
“Maybe it’s just what you want to hear”, she said.

Maybe.

It’s better to comfort ourselves with knowledge we held onto, but no longer know.
Is it?
Staring at photographs, analyzing environments, picking apart smiles, and feeling that tender loneliness that sings in your head.
I tell her that it’s beautiful.

Simply seeing something that you want so incredibly bad, you trick yourself into believing it’s obtainable. 

forbseh:

And yes I am aware that Audie Pitre is dead, but Sammy could always ask James (Goatwhore bassist) to fill in his spot.

Dax would never agree to it. He doesn’t even touch Acid Bath songs during live performances. The death of Pitre was the death of AB.

(Source: f0rbseh)

I sat perched across your bedroom window
Like a worm, I twisted with every turn of your body
I sat perched under your moonlight
Perched like a dog waiting on his master

I kept one eye on the horizon
And one eye on my own personal heaven. 

There’s only so much you can control, the rest is life.