May 16, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 04: Ruminative Relic - 2005 Sanctuary
Amaranthine Fetish
Despise you Sick of my own self All this blood stares back at me Are my sheets bleeding? Dismount Somebody weeping Even after all this time My mind is seething Well I hang limp Impaled by your silver rod As you sing I cannot stand the feeling So I shut down But now I smile For I'm safe inside this hessian bag Buried deep in the ground © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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