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- - - THE LINGERING DUSK - - -
I see you waiting in your winter facade
Beneath a sightless god, broken, empty like a fraud
A withered wreath of thorns dragged the through venom and torn
Waiting at my tomb if only just to mourn
Severed from veins never
Sampled as the finest merlot
Kiss your wrists for me
With the silver wrought blade
Let me taste your admiration
Upon this tongue of mine
Your pale flesh within my grasp
Supping until the last
Drawn to my arms to taste undeath
Await the kiss with bated breath
Just like a moth bewitched by flame
Burn over and over again
Absolved in pain, reborn in blood
To blasphemy before lost gods
Just like a wisp in night’s embrace
Chase ghost away from our remains
Caress the dead abscess
Once alive now become whole
Loose the nails again
On my coffin once more
Ashes spread across cold funeral pyres
Those angelic choirs echo on distant fires
From the liches of Styx, in dramas where I depict
The holy ghost upon the crucifix
True love burns in damnation
Just like two whips of flame
Dreaming of black distant suns
Away from damning tongues
Drawn to my arms to taste undeath
Await the kiss with bated breath
Just like a moth bewitched by flame
Burn over and over again
Absolved in pain, reborn in blood
To blasphemy before lost gods
Just like a wisp in night’s embrace
Chase ghost away from our remains
The lingering dusk
Of eternity
Would just be empty
Without you here
With me
Drawn to my arms to taste undeath
Await the kiss with bated breath
Just like a moth bewitched by flame
Burn over and over again
Absolved in pain, reborn in blood
To blasphemy before lost gods
Just like a wisp in night’s embrace
Chase ghost away from our remains
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 26th Jul 2016
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27th Jul 2016 00:13am
"Let me taste your admiration
Upon this tongue of mine
Your pale flesh within my grasp
Supping until the last"
Darkest Lord Hades a very masterful inking take a bow my friend..
love Crim
Upon this tongue of mine
Your pale flesh within my grasp
Supping until the last"
Darkest Lord Hades a very masterful inking take a bow my friend..
love Crim
