II Envy darts her wicked tongue So slick with black desire To chase the blood from passion and suffocate The heart of ire III Inertia places her hips Over barren seas And drinks the lust to fill Her Insatiable greed IV Solace rests his blunted fangs Too late On torpor mottled skin And echoes haste through empty halls Still labyrinthine vessels I** Curiosity ensnares Mortality, the wander self With susurrus pulse and love Drives caution to the slaughter
6:22am, November 20th 2013
My curiosity is a nervous beast, and my conclusions are jumpy for it.
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Not sure if I like the last (/first) verse. Might revise it.