i wish i could tell you i love you, but i can not.
the words are too heavy on my tongue
to utter such a
bone-dry lie.
i'm high on your tar-black darkness -
that sick cloud of evil;
deep, dark, and broken.
my sun-blood will swallow you whole, so i can not tell you
that i love you.
you must split my lip and lick the lie from
my dripping
red
gore,
then beg me
to **** you again.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 11:43 PM UTC
i wish i could tell you i love you, but i can not.
the words are too heavy on my tongue
to utter such a
bone-dry lie.
i'm high on your tar-black darkness -
that sick cloud of evil;
deep, dark, and broken.
my sun-blood will swallow you whole, so i can not tell you
that i love you.
you must split my lip and lick the lie from
my dripping
red
gore,
then beg me
to **** you again.
