i am ravenous, love ,for the cunning way
your curves grace my lids and the way
your skin hunts me down and nestles the coldness
making it hush and fade out like soft lullebyes
you are passion- hungry, this incubus-beast in you
ever- haunting my dreams
and i am craving the grave, my love,
you've seduced me sick and love-made the stars,
your skin glittering madly with their envy
and from my tomb, i shall rise
stalking you down- dead hunting you still

03/21/2004

Posted on 03/22/2004
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