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The Dark

The light, the light
why is it always light
that brings out peace

I crave the dark
the red glimmer of hope
looking through your window

into my grinding soul
make me whole

if only for an hour
or less

turn out your light
your wrongs
your tonights

I'm making dark right

take off your clothes
bend towards your toes
on with the slaps
thorn's bloody rose

burnt out the past
released pressure cast
in stone, my rock
your world

screams heard thru the night
the masochist's plight
and plunder
biting the wetness down under

succumb
succumb my peasant
appease on your knees
no please, take my seed
thrust
tongue it back
into the mouth of my black