e s o t e r i s m o & e g o c e n t r i s m o
e s o t e r i s m & e g o c e n t r i s m
Life. What now- What name will I give you? What will I call out in times of need, times of despair, What will I utter in moments of ecstasy? | You've brought me this far with your feverish weekends of guilty pleasures & that vicious cycle of addictive desires Striking mornings, stormy nights, foggy afternoons You are cloudy water in a plastic bottle, hidden faces, grabby hands & more the white ring we all kiss with our noses in the air our noses to the ground You want to drench me but I'm already so wet I'm on cloud 9 when you try to drag me down & when you punish me I gain so much more & when you give me consequences I grow so much more & when you test me you nurture my soul Clenching sheets, a thirst for living amongst words with double-meanings, a never-ending play on perspectives The fairy tale ending with credits rolling over sweaty thighs & the agonizing heat between the legs Exchanging hidden glances that find each other in the midst of bodies, hesitant smiles You offer me a million fetishes served on gold platters & anything more is glamorous & out of reach Purgatory is where the devils whores play chess with desperate handcuffed fools I don't know where heaven is I don't know where heaven is I don't know where heaven is |