“To poison the sting, from time to time, it’s the acme of art.”
Necromancer
Decayed and abandoned houses always fascinated me and I was never sure why, but I felt like... in some twisted way I belonged to them, as if all of these haunting, marginal and chaotic places were just a reflection of whom I was inside
-- something in ruins
---The truth is.. I don't like rules so I have none.
With this I want to say that I welcome your violence, your insanity, your lust,
I welcome every bit of your creativity. Anything you want to throw my way I'll catch, so don't be afraid to show me your shadows.
The only thing I ask for is substance, a bit of flesh on the bone.
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I love the nights, when streets fall quiet
When neon glow bathes
the passer-by
Your hand in mine, our eyes alight as
Words warble, music plays, and last-call looms.
Alleyway walls, stone cold against your back
Our kiss soft,
like falling snow
There is no one else here
but you and I
Only you
Only your eyes