Didn’t have the time, but that’s just fine,
you never had me come to you and bear
this treacherous sanguinolent soul of mine.
Waiting through long, immortal memories to align
your ardorous ruminations with a honey-tongued snare.
Didn’t have the time, but that’s just fine.
Twitching with greed and lusts oh so malign
my rasping intentions multiply; a song of needles to tear
this treacherous sanguinolent soul of mine.
It all over took me, clamorously pulsing and carmine,
smoldering to ashes and dispersing me among air.
Didn’t have the time, but that’s just fine.
Fever scouring through my groin screaming: my concubine
find demise feasting by your hand or use me to spare
this treacherous sanguinolent soul of mine.
You’re lucky I died, unlived zealous means among my spine.
Was going to feed you to my ire and sky of exasperated despair.
Didn’t have the time. But that’s just fine.
This poor treacherous sanguinolent soul of mine.
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Submission Name: You're lucky
