Inspired by the callaborative work of art "The Antidote" by Moonspell and Jose Luis Peixoto I. Weeping. The redemption of a tragic moment. Self-imprisoned, spiraling outward, blissfully. oblivious. Would it seem untoward, if I told you that "I am worthy of burning?" I could choke on these tears and live forever in the womb of your sorrow. No decline. No tomorrow. AN ETERNAL TODAY. II. With this luminescent terror we are bombarded so as to better understand the smothering darkness. And likewise how profoundly with this chill are we stricken so as to better appreciate our consumation in the fire. Have you contemplated the depths (of that which you are) while traversing the rain-soaked highways of your imagination, inhaling the moisture that, once, was air, redolent with the lust of infinite, infernal passions? This permeable transformation remains, undeniable, though too often assuming the wicked moniker of fear, a countenance of revulsion that stifles a love, intrinsic. and I weep for them. and I feel sick. were it that I even knew they had existed. III. Antithetical affirmation- how I have welcomed your violation! Synchronicity, the current upon which are born wings of liberation, that so insatiably should my cacoon be smothered, yet that I could still burst forth. yet that I could still burst forth. IV. Ha! Adorable delusion! A love so perfect, an act of confusion! Action. Reaction. Conclusion.