Put me up on stage, let me dance, ill groove all night. Dont let the music stop, im gonna keep on grooving to the ghoulishly grave grooves escaping your guitar. I am down for whatever, lets do it now, i want to do it now. I can feel it close, here it comes, creeping up, crawling up the woodwork, into your brain from my mouth, take it, dont drop it, its serious, its creepy. You feel it, right? I know you do cause i am no doubt singing. You like it, dont lie, why lie when you should just let go, do what your ghost tells you. Spinning around, dancing, pulling your body from here to there, leave your head behind as your feet creep forward, let them go, detatch what you dont need. Pure passion? You feel it. Take my picture, youll need it, you want it, here it is. Take what you want from it. Savor the craving, its there forever.


take what you want from this

poem/song/composition of words. I dont know - enjoy though, none the less