May 17, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 03: Ensanguined Quiescence - 2005 Memories
Amaranthine Fetish
I sit here having visions A future past In it I am a lord I reign over all I see Many would know me For I am what they would be Yet I am alone Bereft of feeling Or so it would seem A coldness in my eyes I am eternal For I do not bleed My heart blackened Atrophied and rancid It is a husk in my chest I smile at this vision For as I said It is a future passed © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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