And in the darkness, even the ash of color is consumed by a black vein,
Pulsating towards the tantalizing stroke of a blood-red wetness.
And as I plummet into the abyss, her impish eyes focus on me,
Gnawing at my soul, feasting on my skin.
And my screams are harvested in the twilight; they are sustenance for my
evil deeds,
Committed as acts of lust and desire, a savage combination.
And I breath yet still the wretched air around me,
While my eyesight lingers on a wall of broken dreams and molten hopes.
And in the callowness, my mind is on the brink of a crimson insanity,
Glistening with a deceiving violet hue of deception and disgrace.
And shame, and guilt, and fear corrupt what remains,
Breaking me, shaking me, and making me again.
And the darkness forever consumes.
 
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