I shut my eyes
to the smothering indistinctness of life
he descended upon me
like a deadened cloud of darkness
how clearly he haunts me
in my dreams
clogging my senses
with his debauchery
I thought I stopped
stopped calling his name
he still enters my sleep like a master
soundless he treads on my four poster bed
My shadow prince who fucks the slumbering dead
my dark angel incubus
1 comment:
aint there nothing more
than a little corner in the head
exchanging lines in idle hours
nothing ever to give or get
and wanting it all
with the convenience of no pain
aint it just another lame story
of playing martyr in traditional games
as you circle the fire
while the other resolves his fate
now, why be bothered by the goddamned
the beast's been choked dead
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