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I am the futile nightmare I am the one you seek Oh so long ago I plunged my talons deep inside your flesh And as the thick, dark blood oozed out of you we watched together as your life diminished Sharing in this agonizing torment I held you in my embrace I am the impervious manifestation of evil As you begin to realise You are going to die Our bond strengthens. As you lay In torturous suffering I stretch out my tongue And scrape it along your cold skin I am that of which nobody dare to speak Born from the putrid blackness I surround you My viscous texture engulfs you You become me I become you I am the one true commonality In every reality I exist In your reality I dominate Upon a towering mass of corpses I look down into chaos And from this throne of bodies I do as I was made to I am everything never changing And as a mother consuming her fetus I consume that which lies inside of me Through this sick game of time from which my will is derived I am left knowing only your fate for none is mine.
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 6:33 AM UTC
Nightmare
I am the futile nightmare I am the one you seek Oh so long ago I plunged my talons deep inside your flesh And as the thick, dark blood oozed out of you we watched together as your life diminished Sharing in this agonizing torment I held you in my embrace I am the impervious manifestation of evil As you begin to realise You are going to die Our bond strengthens. As you lay In torturous suffering I stretch out my tongue And scrape it along your cold skin I am that of which nobody dare to speak Born from the putrid blackness I surround you My viscous texture engulfs you You become me I become you I am the one true commonality In every reality I exist In your reality I dominate Upon a towering mass of corpses I look down into chaos And from this throne of bodies I do as I was made to I am everything never changing And as a mother consuming her fetus I consume that which lies inside of me Through this sick game of time from which my will is derived I am left knowing only your fate for none is mine.
BSH
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22/M/Cape Town, South Africa
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 6:33 AM UTC
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