I'm not obsessed with you;

I'm just studying occultism and your name keeps coming up.

I am sort of obsessed with this craft,

The occult

a magic of passion, desire, intention

Intuition, and of course

Enamour and illusion

You, are, sir–

Perhaps the most fascinating aspect to have happened of it yet

And I find that all long,

The answers to the question I never asked were there

Just as i had focused them,

–and without ever having to

Do you fear me?

Should I?

You did before.

But–should I now?

Be careful of your hands

And of your gaze–

be cautious of your path,

And know your grounds

The whispers that you keep,

Aren't all your own

The voices in your head

Are all as one

Acting on behalf of one another

I buried all the love I had under my throat

Dressed in a leather jacket

Poetry beyond awul,

Not nonsense,

perhaps ,

Just nothing more coming

“We Are Ceasing All Further Communication by Exterior Motifs Until Further Notice.”

Hm. ‘Motif'

These guys really don't speak english.

No, they really don't.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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