i write these words for you again . . .
my world is black, and cold, and grim
i want you to drink of me
to bite into my soul
sink your beautiful teeth into my fleshy parts
and capture my heart
i want you . . .
to drink of me
to waste not
the blackness that flows through me
every drop
that passes
your lips
SAVORED
my soul fire i give to thee
this
DEMON KNIGHT
"20 DEMON 02"
to waste not
the blackness that flows through me
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the blackness that flows through you
. . . captured
and flowing
slick and thick
speaking to me in tongues
these words
. . . these words I know . . .