May 16, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 04: Ruminative Relic - 2005 In Darkness
Amaranthine Fetish
We hold Post coital You pose a question Deranged I respond Hesitantly Knowing that I must Yet fearing the release What happened? Your simple quest Hah! Simple You knew otherwise So did I Yet still I answered I spoke of blood So much blood It still stains my mind Of domestic duties Performed in a daze Whilst I hid in my mind Of darkness I spoke Beneath the bed on which I died Where I lay safe Scribbling Where now I type I told of revenge A bloodied knee Of a sister Who can no longer breed Through it all You continued to probe Your mind directing me Where I would not go In the end Though of much I spoke It was already mentioned In things I've written Then A whisper in the night As a tear collides with my cheek I hear you That blood on your hands I always wondered Now I know the truth You spoke to me of murder Guilty in your mind Yet as I listened In horror I admit I tried to tell you You were just a kid They forced you to scream As I forced myself not to cry It's what they wanted Either way Someone would die I too see her hanging now Smell the blood from her wrists I know why you cling to that It's why I hid from me But it's time for both of us To share To be released Although we can understand The others bitter pain All we can give in comfort All we really need Is for each other to listen To question So let's hold each other And bleed © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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