Offering

I see the pearly white gates
between a set of perfect lips
crystalline perfection
a drawing dance of death
invite me
incite me
stoke my fire
make the thready pulsing pound
make it burn
for you
for your power
for that eternal promise
(melodramatic affectations)
a slice of truth
cold, silent words of iron
give me that yawning emptiness
to fill
I'll fill you full
one order of dreams, please
bloody chaos if you have it




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