Tessellated Escher

Remember the tenants of emotion are married to devotion, but are they happy?

I want to make it under pressure: tessellated Escher's faces

You're a starry eyed incision; careful in division, aren't you?

Want to be cared for and astounded, chemicals confounded, eh?

So leave me here just like you found me, tentacles surround me; are they yours, bae?

Flickering chorus under moonlight with rapid heartbeat insight, please tell me, do ya?

Warped in horizontal action, radical reaction to your fiction

As I fade into you slowly, Mazzy must just know me, bae

I've got those kind of blues that don't dissolve at the bottom of booze

Or diffuse by abusing the snooze button on the fuse of a flickering salty bruise