Deafened Rapport: Deafened Rapport

  In the bleeding halo of the moon, the tears it drips down upon me.

 

  Shower me with your supreme fantasy, your dream of the unmistakable, endless rhythm of deafened rapport.

 

 Like the soft embrace of tenderness so sweet, the rise of the most amazing highs, true comfort in the arms of another. Like the everlasting breathe it seems, but it disappears as quickly as the moment. Leaving you to forget, worry, suffer until the next loving grasp, now is forever.