May 17, 2025
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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