May 16, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 02: Amaranthine Fetish - 2005 Whispers
Spurious Being
A silent house Adorned by shadows They enfold me Permitting rest I am larval with bile Reeking of the days decay As my nightly non-existence nears The silence whispers Words I fathom not Though the voice is known My Goddess whispers in the shadows Beckoning me to her arms Embracing my mutable form So that in the morn I may depart this cocoon As the lovely man she knows I am © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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