I am a snow-capped mountain if ever you make it to the top you’ll see my peaks and troughs my climaxes, my depressions

like a moth to a flame Icarus lost his life lusting after the power of light like a moth to a flame remember the light will burn wax...

I sweat the sweet nectar of life from my pores, the oils of ecstasy do pour tear ducts of salty seas hot with Poseidonion fury and...