May 16, 2025
More in Mosquitobytes Volume 14: Contemno Venum - 2010-2011 Illuminata
Profano Mortuus
To see you
To tremble in your presence
Aaah
Would that I could wither
Until naught is left
A singularity
Perfect in form
Graceful
Mysterious
Are thee
Wheras I
I am but chaos
A mere s event horizon
Swirling violently
Absorbing all
And yet
I say nothing
I only hint at my presence
Lest rational thoughf
Be usurped by
Feeling
© 2011, Mosquitobyte
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