Numbers and depravity,
there’s no getting around it:
I made love to your silhouette,
I stopped your florescence
from throbbing. I just want to know
your name; I just want to dissect
your past. I want to be
all that you have forgotten;
all the pleasures that you gave
to other men: This is your spirit
husband, in the flesh.
Last edited by Bleed Away at Jan 25, 2015,