The Stygian Talons In Your Gaze

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My world crumbles at the sight of you
Do you think this is what I want?
To fall to pieces like debris
Because my mortal flesh and the seams of my brain
Cannot handle your sepulchral beauty?
Your aphotic eyes alone rip out my stitches
And I am a discombobulated mess
For what feels like molassic eons afterward
I wonder, where in a sea of necropolises
Do I fall on your compass of conquests?
Can I dig in deeper, can I writhe my devoted bones
Into the catacombs of your marrow
And hope to bleed some sort of impression?
To make your lashes flutter
Your skin rise, your hair bristle
And, yes, I pray, your heart skip beats
As our dark souls dance around the fire?
Even if it is my funeral pyre
I'd be ravished with delight
In the chasms of my want
There flourishes an itch
That can only be scratched by you
By the orgy of shadows that conduct witchcraft
With your titillating features
By the stygian talons in your gaze
Which I pray hunger for me in all the ways
I yearn to provide
And oh, how I ache to taste
The abyssal delicacies seeping from your lips
If not for any other reason than to know
The flavor of a supple death
Before it buries me once and for all.
So stop averting your gaze, and bury me
Sink your stare into me with the ruthless candor
Of a murder of crows
And fucking bury me, my love

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