Lunathebold @Lunathebold

Lay upon my breast, lover.
Let your being feel my pulse.
Fight recoil at Satan beneath my ribs,
His snarls and desires wrought in my being.
Listen as I sing sickly sweet songs.
Learn of my shame and mistakes.
Find carcasses in my wake I've left;
hear their wails of caution, sorrow, betrayal.
Leave me here, my waning love.
Limbs sunken into sheets decaying.
Famine of heart is all you've won.
Hollowed love to starve your weary soul.