The feeling of fire on my flesh,
Licking the pigments raw and bloody.
The forked tongue of scalding desire,
Scrapping deep into the ivory bone.
Like a creeping spider in my bed,
This nightmare of redemption brought forth.
Talons curling around limp fingers,
Pulling them deeper into the abyss.
He is a whisper in the shadows,
He has the presence of a cobra.
Slithering into open windows,
Penetrating our dreams.
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