dance of the gods
whispers drizzle like daggers
slicing deep into my mind
must be the muse of shadow
taunting haunting
wrapping my darkness
like clenched fists
pounding, pounding, pounding...
passionate suffocation
creeping willow shrouds
sodium packed on wounds
must be the symphony of phantoms
teasing pleasing
feeding my hunger
like lust truffles
fading, fading, fading...
off to sleep.