Soul
imitates life
Blood with wet lips
Darkness enters life
Time enters echoing chamber
Awakening vengeful distorted waves
Every drop of essence – wanting
Dancing gracefully
- blood –
Removed clarity
Souls of myriads and myriads
Blood soaked gown flowing
Unquenchable thirst
Immortal being
nature imitates
Sleep immortal
Fluid life
Soul.







(should I just say Ditto)

and much love~ Desire~*~









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