Late Night Rabbit

Strangled you embrace, I want to feel you come apart. You are all I desire. To hear you is what I need, to violate you is what I thirst. Tearing at you if as if tomorrow will never exist, you are so blind to never see me. Clawing you is my elixir. The stimulant that is you will be my murky utopia.

This, in turn and hopefully, will be a savage night flecked with all levels of mental deprivation. I am the idiotic crawler, seeing it all, observing it and absorbing the stupidity. The omnipotent one everyone strives to be, yet cannot step out of themselves long enough to float above the masses and notice the grave potency. The simple scent in the smog ridden air you people crave. I have been amongst the wild storm of passersbys, wondering if they realize their intensity is traveling within tiny specks and riding the roller coaster through my cavities.

Ease your seduction to the least. My body drains of the weak and slowly anticipates others. Simple calm. The crown contracts, leading towards a tingle. A sensational ring wraps me like a vice and contours my body until I peel it off. Breathing births the rush and movement becomes a challenge. A slow finger draws down my face enhancing this enchantment. Thus ending what I have been hunting for.

What would you say? I am here you are not. A rabbit is where your utopias collide. You don't think so? Well let's remedy this situation of the soon to be known. You stare around, looking for a hole but the rabbit knows where to dig. Listen little ones and follow the word. The rabbit is a savior and has always known where your mind has traveled. In the dark situations of my reality, your beloved one has since conquered yet not seen the hazy purple of your day. The purple which frightens me. A color that people dissolve without any creative outlets. Thinking as if though they are the final word. No glory is deserved. Have they birthed anything except for destroying what has been pioneered before?

A manifesto of the bizarre, who are you to say no? Don't you dare! As you qualify the deep persuasion, realize it is I who will drag you to your underlying bottom. Tomb you say? Stop being so cocky...I will only slaughter your best ambitions in order for my laughter to become a historic past time. While I observe your desperate clawing, standing dominantly, I may seem to portray an exit. You have too much trust, so much to express. Lend me your hand... this is the way. Watch as I mail the grin that contains your slathered contents. Don't draw back since this is what you desired. I exist as your intimate keeper, stop pulling. This pain only leads to you. A rabbit shall rise and you will plummet to the enamel that grinds you. Your outlook is a sin and I am that remedy. In this race the hare always wins.

And so the rabbit speaks to all? You think so you dirty little tidbit? A bunch of nothing is what you're indulging into. Swallow it down! I am not your helping hand. I bring a blinding light to uncommon situations. Feel me penetrate you, what is to be broken. I have freed it upon you. The throbbing pain I push forth never goes away. You have followed my life and now it's the time I destroy yours. My dreams are tamer than your nightmares. Struggle little creature, lean on me if I let you.

Wake up genius! Too bad you don't exist beneath my threshold. It's a shame that I canvas your outlandish circus. As I blanket your intelligence, realize that you have no chance. Another desire that pours a flower in the shadows of a rabbit. My desires crush most waxy crayons. The fetus of us all, explore with this utensil. Feel the contours, absorb its raw side and birth my mediums. We are the architects. Needing zero explanations. We being you, you being we, we being the idiotic, the jaded, and modern spawn within the rabbit's flock. Past combinations have never meshed, simple thoughts drove a stake, but the present has spilled new seductions. What is in holding expresses brilliance and derivative experiments are no less pushed from the simple varmints? Let's just bring forth a true circumference of the late night rabbits.

Constantly radiating a sensual pulse to others. Who are you? What am I? Simple defense. Your maker is here, cease to look any further. Taste me as I scour within you. No holding back, there won't be a question and give up searching for an answer as I pull you further into my own. You will know the inner workings of a solid core. The cards are dealt, are you in yet? Devouring those who can never show who--what I am. Deeper, deeper...when will it stop? A perpetual spiral of disaster, a surrogate machine to taste, pondering the other forms. Who is to say no? What will keep your attention? As I slowly strip what is left of your drive and smile back with a hard gaze accented with a sprinkle of ecstasy. Are you to wonder what it is you are looking at? An exit is what you found? A rabbit can diffuse you into its own since you have never been violated.

A mainline of freaky behavior, will this dream ever end? Dominating the masses, smashing the opposed with the truisms that send a corroded corner. They bring forth the excessive waste. I am the end all. Never misplace a rabbit. The hare will always scale within and your searching has never helped. Do not come yet; my control will be slowly going down on you.

Repeat after me, I am nothing, I want to be something... A hill that grows into a mountain is what the world should see of me. Listen closely little ones because I can lead you to what is and should be next. The Pied Rabbit is here. Look around you dirty little beavers; notice that nothing ever goes right without a slam on the skull. I am that blow, thrusting like a jackhammer. Follow me into my void and your smile will be stitched across your face.

I am the only species giving you the headlines worth anything. Who can help you? I drive to be your schizophrenic thief. Miles away from your own dependency and now you are losing control. Find where you are. A rabbit obsesses within your embarrassment. Belief is the darkness, travel with me into my hole of security and I will elevate you. Stand by my side, a holocaust is coming and with me there is a blank despondency. I will disgrace another in the form of a cloak. Trust in me as your benefactor.

Damn you, as I am known to speak. That what I wish upon myself is usually projected onto others. These minions I rely on, the ones explaining my prophecy. You may be one of them. Mutilate that questionable thought; you know it's true. Look inside your tiny intellect and realize that your ideas are simply held in an intersection. Be the one that drives first. While you saw staggered veins and surreal fantasies, I have developed, created, and sought what is next. Deal with what I give you little ones for it is not the end, yet a start. A birth, in which we are a part of, let them try to laugh after we unleash our legacy upon them. The masses may not yet be primed for what we smash in their face, but now is our time. The species is revealed, pursue the rabbit, my building blocks and maybe I'll give you what you hunger for.

I am the one you adore, the one you can't stand to see yourself as and yet you open your eyes wondering what's next. Some know me by the rabbit. Others are just too damn scared. Let me reintroduce myself, I am a rabbit and I have come forth to show you that your endeavors will not come true but mine see what is to be. Sit still, don't squirm and listen to what I may teach you. You can burrow into your own self, self-conscience, self-awareness, and self-destruction then realize that I exist as your only savior.

Pulling the situation in with my stupidity, I cannot see the difference between you and I. Can they be similar? Multiple questions with boring answers. Just succeed and prevail. Tired of living this, is there peace in the later hours or is the remedy to just not breathe?

So we begin again, the artificials preceded by the forthcoming of my inner rainstorm? I lived the tragedy, fought through the fatigue and you were guided by a hidden agenda. Simply slide your fingers down yourself and slather what you crave most.

A peepshow of sorts, never deal with the mentor. Stop your damn staring because it's not yours, this is my exhibition. Nothing concerns you here. Cry? Is that your comeback to your jealousy towards me? Face up, look here, stare into the mirror you wish you held. Try me fucker, my future is the seduction to your lost child. The window is here, scared is the least I want, never knowing is what I show. Your cherry burns and mine has just blossomed. See what you wish yet bury yourself amongst the waiting time of finality. Your admiration is gathered. In the end the hare is your repeater and fatal meaning steps back and never forth. Begin to destroy my pearls with desperate lift. Walking through a cemetery that is so clean, not gray! A rabbit exposes what is abundantly delinquent. Now think, you are worth what to me? I could easily cry zero! A talent is I a toddler are you.

Go forth and exist through me. Engulf the ecstasy of success. Who knows? I have found another who spills my language. Merge the answer, composite a disgusting yet intriguing scheme. Realize that I hunt the same prey as you do. I need this escapade of intimacy. Let out your gut driven emotion so I can bring it down and gnaw on its intention. The signal is the centered artery of the rabbit's well being.

Demoralize the masses, as I am known to scream. I will inject my ego into the crowd and show them what, how minimal they are. They take no part in conception of the drapery you show. How is it you feel? That the pedestal you construct is not worth your feet. The shackle you feel is the rabbit. Try and cut me off and I will bend your hands off. Look for the key little one. There is no style in your ego. You possess a lack of self-concept, self-delight, self-understanding. Let the rabbit rave because I know you'll listen to my ramblings. Hear me, don't you dare turn away. My words are divine. I am the only one that promises that.

Sense the slack luster of another jaded figurehead. Burn through and extend a quizzical remark and you will retrieve the same. How is it we are offering the sphere to a never knowing, careless land attached to a permeable soul? I'll send my laughter out as a remedy to further number three. Let's explore the deity and you will all stare while wondering why.

The repercussion of a saint sprawled over a laid waste of disastrous thrills. The drive, the push, an end. Drive, push, then end. Send your mutilating invitations through my remote while enlightening the new trend. Constantly absorb this virgin sensibility, step back and understand it glazing the streets you glide above. You can be my next partition with accentuations of your own crystal parcels. It may be you devouring this rapture.