My Twisted Promises

I

your soft and pale and fragile neck under the rusting touch of my bloodied rope
i keep on pretending i have lost track
to keep finding you, my cold Shining, my music, my sweet tortured hope.

i will consume your whole existence so that you will always be a part of me.

(с) 2016



Отредактировано: 31.05.2023





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