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Filth
I feel the way you bleed nothing,
as you're up against my skin.
There is an emptiness pouring out of you,
yur eternal flame is checkered with sin.
I breathe your scent in deeply
let it mingle with the pain.
Fingers fall down my collar bone,
my heart is your hunting game.
The heat of your existance,
makes me ache and burn with fire.
Your eyes drip with heavy lust,
my innocence; your desire.
I step out of my shell,
let my empathy fill the room.
Passion seeps into your pores,
as I collect your eternal gloom.
And you slip into me slowly,
drinking up my life.
You steal my soul away gently
never cutting with a knife.
When you detach yourself from me,
I am caked in sin.
Your nothing-ness has transfered,
My life as filth can begin.
