*A darkness engulfs my heart
Devouring it's fibers
One big chunk at time
Am lost of a soul,
But a wondering spirit,
With a decaying body
I hate to love,
Love to ****
And **** for joy
I make bed in a den,
Where my head rests on skulls
Drowning in this pool of a nightmare
A young maiden,
Blooming,
With fair skin
Long dark hair
Swimming,
In a wooden bath
She smells of roses,
Standing within a flaring curtain
White, and lucid
She drips of innocence
Walking unto me
On the oak floor
She leaves tiny prints
Of her ****** feet,
Towards a canopy bed
Where white sheets fall
Like a stream onto the floor
With dotted petals of red
She climbs unruffled,
With a cordial smile
But salacious stare
Crawling slowly
To find my lips,
Kissing lightly
Feeling her cold,
Tingle my warm skin,
About the *****
Before laying gently
Her head on my chest
My hand about her shoulder
Humming to a heart's beat
The hymn of the fallen ones
The tale of a blood brother*
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:13 PM UTC
*A darkness engulfs my heart
Devouring it's fibers
One big chunk at time
Am lost of a soul,
But a wondering spirit,
With a decaying body
I hate to love,
Love to ****
And **** for joy
I make bed in a den,
Where my head rests on skulls
Drowning in this pool of a nightmare
A young maiden,
Blooming,
With fair skin
Long dark hair
Swimming,
In a wooden bath
She smells of roses,
Standing within a flaring curtain
White, and lucid
She drips of innocence
Walking unto me
On the oak floor
She leaves tiny prints
Of her ****** feet,
Towards a canopy bed
Where white sheets fall
Like a stream onto the floor
With dotted petals of red
She climbs unruffled,
With a cordial smile
But salacious stare
Crawling slowly
To find my lips,
Kissing lightly
Feeling her cold,
Tingle my warm skin,
About the *****
Before laying gently
Her head on my chest
My hand about her shoulder
Humming to a heart's beat
The hymn of the fallen ones
The tale of a blood brother*
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