May 17, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 02: Amaranthine Fetish - 2005 Last night II
Spurious Being
Middle of the night My eyes snap open What woke me? Not a scream Throat's fine Bleeding? No Is it the triphammer beat As my heart grows furious? That tight yet tender grip on my entrails? Perhaps the empty space beside me? The chill on my exposed chest? Yes That's it I miss you © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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