Widen the moat around your fortress
It is just seconds away from molestation,
A trip of misery tells the tale of destruction
& the fear goes to sleep.
Wanna make love to corpses
What is the name of the game?
Cyclones hits the nerve of my madness,
for it is too late now.
Drift away lil’ glow
& I slip back into a different life,
Forgive me for all the pains,
& I’ll forgive you just in vain.
Your hunger doesn’t relate to love for mortals
it’s the gaze that is inviting copulations.
For your ever existing netherworld.
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