Viva Adore.

We are hopeless creatures, devouring everything in our paths and leaving destruction in our wake. Pandemonium strikes at the sight of our own wounds that would heal into scars and callouses if we would only stop picking the scabs. Upon realization that we're the ones making ourselves bleed we lick our wounds much to the distaste on our tongues. We share our disease with ones we love by jumping up and putting the world on their shoulders but not before we leave our impression and compassion and virulence behind in their mouths to infest their bodies and make them spew poison from every orifice. What's left to destroy? We stand alone in a crowd of bodies, the heat and the stink of sweat... can you imagine the way that it tastes? How could you adore? How could you look in the mirror and count yourself amongst the slaves and the devils that plague our society and still crack that twisted smile? Open your eyes. Open your ears.