Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

Автор: Beramode

M/H/

I want to gnaw at the earth with my teeth,

I want to take the earth apart bit by bit

with dry, burning bites.

I want to mine the earth till I find you,

and kiss your noble skull,

and un-shroud you, and return you.

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Constantly, consistently, continually you.

W/G/

It wasn’t logic, it was love.

M/H/

Claws that he dressed up

in gentleness and flowers

but which, in the end, he bares

in all his cruelty.

D/A/

- The triumph of the night. From your most beautiful hands,

Flow all the shadows and all the stars,

And my body becomes as deep as the heavens!

M/O/

Go to sleep. Give up your body heat, your beating heart.

Then, trust.

H/D/

The city is peopled

with spirits, not ghosts, O my love:

 

Though they crowded between

and usurped the kiss of my mouth

their breath was your gift,

their beauty, your life.

I/B/

- Why are you looking at me that way?

- Because there is nothing оn this earth that’s better than you.

M/S/

A heart patient to suffer; a craving for sympathy, yet a perpetual self denial.

S/B/

I am alone. I am eating my heart out.


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