He is now a faceless muse,
And I’m his breathing poet
He quenches my blood thirst
Bleeds crimson to satiate me;
I’m the hungry 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘢,
Craving Love n' Care
Yet! caring for the mourning,
He is my red poem
Whereas I m the hopeless romantic.
He exists somewhere,
In lost dimensions
With me here waiting,
In the abyss burning as inferno;
But still its peach dark in his absence,
Everything lost in deep stygian
That sleeps in darker part of my soul,
None could decipher the lostness
That has entwined its root into my emptiness.
Shower me powers of the unknown
Find me my 𝘈𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯!!
Let me love his horns,
Strangle with his pointed tail;
Nestle my fragile frame
Within his vast embrace,
Make love to him while my snakes shroud,
Let my inner demons tremble
Before the true one.

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