1 year ago. Monday, July 29, 2024 at 10:37 AM
Existing in solitude,
I cry in the gloaming night,
caressed by his devils touch,
dark and recondite.
In the stillness of silken shadows,
his obscure secrets unfold,
a debauched dance with daggers,
my bloodied soul is sold.
I exist in his silent dreams,
a wretched puppet forged by delicate pain,
my labyrinth of stolen moments,
become desperate screams,
as my golden spirit drowns
in his relentless rain.