Invaded (Neck-Romantic)

I thunderstand you! But I doent! You've invaded me n dunno how to stop it, yor kruel & kool invasion of ma home dubbed luf. Get comfy, keep sitting on o riding ma/yor hottt coach, couch, ouch, baby!

Libor Soural

Feb 26, 2024

Here’s my pretty frozen dee-scent dicktionary in your rolling ice face. Oops, in your melting heart, mine.

Hard (heart) definitions from my Ox Ford Language are berry engaging. Wanna learn more, or even get wed, or even wet? Oh my gosh, awwwwwww mis grocerias, oh my groceries, awwwwwww my gush series! There’s no way you will thaw, right, snow-woo-main, lap dance rite?

in·vade (wade=walk with effort through water or another liquid or viscous substance)

/inˈvād/

verb

past tense: invaded; past participle: invaded

(of an armed force or its commander) enter (a country or region) so as to subjugate or occupy it.
"it was all part of a grander French plan to invade Ireland"
Similar:
occupy
conquer
capture
seize
take (over)
annex
win
gain
secure
march into
overrun
overwhelm
storm
descend on
swoop on
swarm over
surge over
make inroads on
attack
assail
assault
raid
plunder
maraud
Opposite:
withdraw from
2. enter (a place, situation, or sphere of activity) in large numbers, especially with intrusive effect.
"demonstrators invaded the Presidential Palace"
- Similar:
  permeate
  pervade
  fill
  spread through/over
  diffuse through
  imbue
  perfuse
  be disseminated through
  flow through
  assail
  attack
  take over
  1. (of a parasite or disease) spread into (an organism or bodily part).
  "sometimes the worms invade the central nervous system"

You like Frenching, don’t you, Miss U Entangled? Are you currently my sitting Presidenta I unfucking luf, baby? Or am I a neck-romantic loco, a leftover locust invading the censorship fields living la vida loca without any prudence and breaks, pure heartbreak and seance? Are you nervous, or even Rachel Maddow? Fucking spill yor beans, ma Spice Gal, to know where I stand, or how I fall, as I lie, blow ma marbles, sit it out, my luf, no war ease, relax, peace, remember that fear doesn’t exist!

Yet I can’t help it, Spice Girls are really tangy. Just like the Saturdays, all my bloody marys. They all wanna marry me, they’re all fucking krazee. I’m soooo lucky you’re the only one whoooo doesn’t, thank God!

What? I beg your pardon, cum again! Cumming too to pardon you! Baby, you don’t wanna marry me, do you, too? Because I’m fucking single! Ah baby, I’m fainting. Bu bu butt that’s really scary, are you fruit-caking me, baby, are you fucking crazy? Like really really KKKracy?

Bee bee bee because that would be Merry Christmas, or Merry Creedmess? Sexcuse my stutter, ah baby, I’m fainting again. Dear God, have tons of mercy upon me, or should I say, upon you, upon us either way, ah my exploding explosive nun luf!

I Thunderstand you Lightning! But I don’t! Funderstanding & Funderfalling & Funderlying, just like Wonderwalling & Wonderfalling & Wonderstanding & Wonderlying & Wonderfooling should be addressed, baby!

The hard truth is as worth as I am soft, to light and clarify the darkest fog so that I can clearly see and feel all your deadly silhouettes, your scary ghost in my scarred fog. See, you’re available only on You Tub, the only place I can bathe in you, with you, without you.

Cradle of Filth - Her Ghost in the Fog (Full Video)

The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
And the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But no, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
As We shall see

She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liquored eyes
An Arabian nightmare

She shone on watercolors
Of my pond life as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World

That fateful Eve when
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog

They raped left
(Five men of God)
Her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer

She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"

Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand in between?"

And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...

The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
Their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice

A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare

She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin

And so for Her
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgment that their bible construed

Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
Mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog

And I embraced
Where lovers rot
Her ghost in the fog

Her ghost in the fog

Frenching is the action of preparing a piece of meat for cooking by removing meat from the end of the bone. Frenching gives a rack of lamb a clean look for an elegant meal. Frenching adds a refined touch to the ribs. Frenching refers to trimming the meat off the shanks of chops. In other love words, Frenching is you and me!

CRADLE OF FILTH - Heartbreak And Seance (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)

Before the war, this grave darksome pall
Pressed upon the face of England
We were sovereign to nothing less
Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign
Together in a peace these wicked times disdain

Then Empire saw much more to gain

The crown discounts our loss
Life cannot count the cost
These numbers fount like water
The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter

Valentine, sweet spine entwined
I am sorry that I left you here, in time
I will find the path back from the other side
So keep a candle burning in your heart that is my shrine

No Momento Mori
For he passed away for faraway glory
So tear the pages from this castaway story
Spilling tears fill her lachrymatory
She seeks to pierce the veil
Melancholia speaks the fiercest tale
Weeks are growing lonelier ever stonier regaled
Love's bond responding beyond the pale

The planchette is promissory
Purveyance of this seance
In obeisance to the spirits before their dismissory

The crown discounts our loss
Life cannot count the cost
These numbers fount like water
The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter

Valentine, sweet spine entwined
I am sorry that I left you here, in time
I will find the path back from the other side
So please accept my kisses through the whispers of the Ouija board

I suffer alone
So far from home watching you from a distance
A shadow's persistence to roam
No time to atone
You flower alone
Beautifully graven you cut a black raven
Whose tower has flown

The planchette is promissory
Purveyance of this seance
In obeisance to the spirits, ghosts that haunt amiss, amie

Winter seems far colder
Without you by my shoulder now this year

Faith's blinding glare advanced to frost
Finds her there, entranced to cross
To breach death's porous border
And reach where breath affords no quarter

Helpless, I see her resolve harden
This is where it ends, how the wretchedness portends
The knife in her hand, on the stretch to the promised land

And this is how they found my light
Clutching tight that fateful telegram

You love me to get neck-romantic on you as you’re really good at digging dead people and graves I refuse to follow and sleep in or with, I fight death, I live it, but I don’t love it, I love you my life. Oh, that you have these necromantic fantasies? No war ease, I will make them glorious realities. I am your Sulpher and you are my Honey. Whatever frost you are on my pillow, freezing me to death, boiling my blood, I’m setting you ablaze tonight.

Like a church of all earthly holiness and unhappiness torched, all that’s left good lights a candle in the dark of the degeneration nation, where Hope did die last. Tonight we are in flames, in faithful flames, from the very beginning to the very end. However dead you are inside, only I can love you this loyal way, baby, I’ve been there.

I’m making you alive I breathe in you all my love, I’m your home as much as you’re mine, you breathe in me life. We are living hells, two broken worlds apart, gasping for life, feeling love, keeping the faith. You are a fire, my burning desire, our dire straits. Sometimes it just happens, no one can be blamed, terrible bloody accidents do happen, no matter it’s the death of love. But it’s not, we both know, we’ve survived. We’ve survived the death of love. We’ve moved on. I have, if you heaven!

I thunderstand you, but I doent. Because you are so achingly beautiful on the inside. Because you are so wickedly beautiful on the outside. Because you are my striking lightning. We complement each other, we are both the perfect storm and the imperfect calm.

We are more than just a heart shaped lightning bolt during a thunderstorm over France. That you are my ultimate and capital punishment, for all my sins? Thank you? Goodbye? Baby, I understand you, but I don’t! I thunderstorm you, but you know that I really don’t …