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Dark longing
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Sexual Blackened fire still burns inside this shell of a man
From dawn till dusk, it turns and eats him away
The celestial battle is churning out the grapes of wrath
And slowly slipping away are the shades of grey
Dancing in the courtyard, to a sorrow filled symphony
The antithesis to his pain is a nymph on bended knee
The wheels of logic turn in his mind, and slowly start to rust
A child of darkness is what he seeks in perfect lust
To scream and howl as children of the night
It would have to be love at first fright
To indulge their darkest fantasies, with easel and tapestry
Passionately inflicting pain, with rope and steel and whips and chains
A chalice of bitter hate, in imagining his fickle mate
But burned in his heart is the longing newborn derire
He tears his fishnet in piety, in reverence for his pagan gods
The flame is growing and soon a blazing fire
He dulls emotion and sets it afar
He reaches from his iron bars
He longs for the falling stars
Like the night when her kiss became a scar
Fairy's, nymph's, and harlot's fill his mind
Black and grey and scarlet fill his eyes
And with every encounter, a part of him dies
I never cease to ask of his demise
