sweet song of necrophilia,
hast thou brought me to your wake?
the remaining hours of you, unwelcomed
here as the land of the vampiric will cease.
the lies you hath spun. contentment of
solidarity and sincerity. gouge out my eyes
at the sight of thou. wilting the flower of evil.
blooming in love, in darkness and in sin.
“love bites and stings me through, to see
her keen face made of sunken bones.
the worn-off eyelids madden me,
that were shot through with purple once.”
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my darkest mind
Poetryoh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used...
