Thoughts swirling downward in a spiral of doubt Below the fractured surface, darkness quietly rumbles It waits for the opportune moment to strike, Its serpentine tendrils squeezing around my tender flesh Held in a crushing vice grip, despair infects my mind Every trace of hope slowly trickles out, Scarlet rivulets fading into nothingness
Snow white and crimson red, Lucid shades of color bleeding together A stark contrast between My flesh and your fangs
I worship you with everything I am, all that I have My scarlet goddess, Always tempting me to follow you into death
Bleak night, frigid air The corpses tear through damp dirt Cackling ghouls gather
Photo by Tú Nguyễn on Pexels.com The faint fluttering of tiny wings, Sounding in the distance Closer, closer A golden gleam of pixie dust, Drifting throughout the night Closer, closer A melodic voice, Tinkling like chimes in a gentle breeze Closer, closer Ever closer A famished fairy bearing crimson stained fangs, Longing to feast on… Continue reading Closer, Closer
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