Do:
love this
roaring silencein your head when it's
triggered a
high-pitched whineyou know
release is
bottomlessits roaring high-pitched triggered whiny
timeWhile:
you've split your strings of turbulence
leave your sane thoughts for splashing water winters
shush your deep low dark voices
for turbulent water splashing low desires
Unless:
you were born to be a mechanism
and the vacuum is too pure
follow the hiss of danger
it's mechanic hissing vacuum allure
Else:
when this is demented perfection
you know you've been caught.