Down

Static drain with eidetic pain
In a labyrinthine passage
Whispering in the sterile-toned dark
Back away, little mortal
This is food of the gods.

Mirage touch of wonder
Acid bite of white fire passion
Twist the soul off
And keep the bitter, bloodied change.

Crimson threaded caresses
In the soporific haze
of winter's sweet, dead breath
rapturous song of nectar-coated misery.

In the village, the peaceful village,
The lions weep tonight.

So, hush, my darling,
And bleed yourself white.




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