May 17, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 03: Ensanguined Quiescence - 2005 The Sundering
Amaranthine Fetish
Turgid This mind Recoiling at love Fearing new wounds Yet I must on Forward move Without love I do not perish I cease to bleed She has my darkness In her bloody hands I lie There I will stay Only the Daemon would remain Yet Legion is hers also So with trembling frame I scatter the few facades rebuilt Revealing . . . © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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