Possessive Consciousness

Screams
Deathly children
Feeding the passionate fire
Burning the sanity of my mind away
Forcing my heart to race
Beating like a drum on my ribcage
The beat of the music

Shivers
Flowing down my body
Like a snake gliding in the sand
Hissing softly as pray slid into view
My skin rippling like water
Soft droplets of satisfaction
A unique feeling

Echos
In the shell of my skull
Becoming a partner to my ribs
The drums of the heart beating
Out the voices of the mind
The beating becoming faster
The music quickening
The soul dances

Lips
Quaking and shivering
Blue from the cold yet red from the heat
A slow movement, a tiny twitch
The detail and the texture
Good enough to touch
Bad enough to avoid

Voice
A note from an angel
Rolling off the tongue
Gliding across the lips
Skipping over the skin
Piercing the heart
Making its effect

Soaring
Through the air like music
Flowing to the beat of the drum
Dancing with the soul
Laughing like the bells of heaven
Singing words not to be spoken