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.
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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.
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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.
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