I found my death in Comfort's warm embrace
Her body pleasing to my longing soul
I deeply drank from lustful, parted lips
As I drowned in her toxic, blissful scent
I sought Her out when Sorrow cut my veins
And dying from His torment, sought relief
Her claws grasped tight around my welcome throat
And dragged me down to lower, darker depths
And as the light of life within me fled
I found a certain humor in my fate
I sought out Comfort, fleeing Sorrow's pain
But found myself choked by that which I sought
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 2:29 PM UTC
I found my death in Comfort's warm embrace
Her body pleasing to my longing soul
I deeply drank from lustful, parted lips
As I drowned in her toxic, blissful scent
I sought Her out when Sorrow cut my veins
And dying from His torment, sought relief
Her claws grasped tight around my welcome throat
And dragged me down to lower, darker depths
And as the light of life within me fled
I found a certain humor in my fate
I sought out Comfort, fleeing Sorrow's pain
But found myself choked by that which I sought
Trying to write in iambic pentameter. Probably failing.
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