these are endless nights

with unattatched sentences

the glow of empty eyes

is hollow and starving for me

the silence retrieves us in motion

to deny the craving for warm flesh

touch the black thinking

you're not afraid to bleed either

I would enjoy you for myself

and as old as I have become

the strain to believe in anything hurts

I have lost myself in need of this

Now that you are mine in damp shade

I will gladly exchange skin from myself to fade

I will hold  you soft into frenzy

my soulless mate

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RainDreams's picture

this one is so very dark and seductive, i think i like it best of the ones ive read so far. good work...