May 16, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 04: Ruminative Relic - 2005 Marbleize
Amaranthine Fetish
I crawl into my mind at night A casualty of my own hand Then I see you Pale wraith Clad in your choker And a sense of mischief Eyes blackened Lips charred Eyes aflame I take you Leading you to the slab This dead mans bed Your pale flesh Blends with the cover As do the bindings You simply smile as I tie That wan flesh teasing me And I Well I harden © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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