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, 12-05-2024 at 05:19 AM (60 Views)
A morbidly beautiful experience last night.
I am right but left for shadow. There shines no comfort from the moon. There spills no softness from the stars. But from the swell of the abyss his voice sings my most secret songs. Suddenly, the severed belongs, is soothed, stitched, deliciously shaped into a panther, shapeshifter starved for souls. We are power and poetry wrapped in realms of unlit lust. We hunger. We hunt. We feast on the bitter essence behind bones unrefined. We are one.