Epitaph For The Blind

I want to recreate the perfect moment; give a new meaning to the word “cinematic”. I want to capture the innocence of a first kiss and bring back the dying art that is romanticism. I want to steal all the color from your photographs and make you learn to appreciate the black and white in your life. I want to breathe that last breath you give when you meet you’re demise and cease to exist. I want to take the light from your glow and keep it for myself. I want to pick at old wounds for comfort and convince you to never question my motives or the consequences. And I want, and I want until I become sickened with myself. But I’m greedy, I’m greedy and what I crave is to be consumed. I want a void where the soul is infinite and the pathways endless. I want to be comfortable in my confusion and mad with my sanity. I want stagnant and stasis to be dismissed and hunger and longing embraced. But I’m greedy, I’m greedy and what I crave is to be consumed.