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More in MosquitoBytes Volume 04: Ruminative Relic - 2005

My Nightmare

Amaranthine Fetish

All my screams of yesterday
They never took the screams away
Though I hold her in my dreams
In my mind I have grown weary
To her I'm bound
To her I run
I feel my fingers
They're my gun
I cannot stop this bleeding
See the tear stains in my mind
This feeling needs to die
Still strong like yesterday
It could wipe the pain away
Why would I deny this feeling?
She puts her fingers to my gun
She's not for me
Nor anyone
She hunts for pleasure
Not for love
I know I'll never get enough
Though she says
"No, don't give up"
While I hope
Love it turns to rust
‘Coz for her love
I will not die
I have no more tears to cry
So I will give her one more day
A toy to please in every way
I'll make her scream
I'll make her cum
Then I'll take that final cut
That will deny my feelings

© 2005, Mosquitobyte

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