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Demon Or God As Twilight Calls
From within the portcullis of my mind
as the Vampire hunger for quiche
grasping with fingers my gothic violin
my bow froze in your embrace
of death's torment watching you die
beyond the feral of my naked eyes
are you Demon or God as twilight calls
as nothing sleeps in that cellar ditch
with your lips closed stitched
in melancholia twilight's dark serenade
feeling the embers of your cold breasts
falling resin touched by teardrops
caressing the oyster in your abyss
as the Vampire hunger for quiche
grasping with fingers my gothic violin
my bow froze in your embrace
of death's torment watching you die
beyond the feral of my naked eyes
are you Demon or God as twilight calls
as nothing sleeps in that cellar ditch
with your lips closed stitched
in melancholia twilight's dark serenade
feeling the embers of your cold breasts
falling resin touched by teardrops
caressing the oyster in your abyss
Published 19th Mar 2023
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