Desolate Love of the Wanderer

We travel as one,
Dead to another,
Living as if one second turns the door to the left.
We wish for it to open for us, and it does...

...It breaks, limps, and we wish for more
It beats and rips and kills,
...Still we wish for more,
And endless but satisfying toil...

I shall eat this fecal feeling that persuades the hearts mind,
determining it is as sweet as mother and father always said it would be...

Dance through the desert, strike the foes who teases your solitary clan.
Travel forever to reach a point of nothing that continues to the next scorching stretch of feeling.

Reproduction is only an unknown process to these one word..
I do wish to meet the other at this vicious cycle's continuum.

"Desperado...Desperado...where are thou...are ye so selfish to live in my own arms.."

Once again i hear the voice, her whisper, her blade...
...It calls for no other but me..

Die to be alive with your passion as a hollow corpse..