Does my presence torment your mind? Or does my face etch itself upon your fingers at night ?
Doomed to see but never to touch. Doomed to be a prisoner of memory and fear.
Curses and bloodbaths have summoned you near. Do you feel the weight of my spirit whenever she is near ?
Fated to futility, your mind torments its own being. A mind that longs but never fully seeing.
Endless rivers have I cried for you; now it’s your turn to kneel at my pew.
Tempted to touch, take a bite. Or forever be haunted by my memory into the dusk of an eternal night.
Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 1:13 PM UTC
Does my presence torment your mind? Or does my face etch itself upon your fingers at night ?
Doomed to see but never to touch. Doomed to be a prisoner of memory and fear.
Curses and bloodbaths have summoned you near. Do you feel the weight of my spirit whenever she is near ?
Fated to futility, your mind torments its own being. A mind that longs but never fully seeing.
Endless rivers have I cried for you; now it’s your turn to kneel at my pew.
Tempted to touch, take a bite. Or forever be haunted by my memory into the dusk of an eternal night.
</3 (may your heart break threefold the damage you have done to mine).