As you feed, the gentle drops of blood caress thy cheeks like crimson tears, my love, sweet morphogenetic memories of all the times we’ve slain together, a line of corpses stretching to forever.
continues at pathetic poetry
As you feed, the gentle drops of blood caress thy cheeks like crimson tears, my love, sweet morphogenetic memories of all the times we’ve slain together, a line of corpses stretching to forever.
continues at pathetic poetry