think of the sorrowful nature
of erotica and the winged beasts of
lust. rapidly growing mundane resembling
a corpse subject to drowning.revolting, repugnant, slimy—and still
you seek its touch. forever burning
torch of opposing power. you will choose—
lust, or fear of becoming inconsequential?
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my darkest mind
Poetryoh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used...