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Flames melt a moaning sky.
The sun succumbs to heart's desire.
As do I
give up a long smearing kiss.
A slow slithering of tongue
to dissolve the day
while the real world fades.


To die in rapture,
to exist in bliss?
Life is a birthmark of strawberries
and blood.


Once again,
madness descends
How many little deaths must die,
before sleep is forever seared to sorrow?
Is one allowed to speak out loud
the curse of ascending flame?
Is this one of the torments
gone amiss
from black abyss?

Raven's have blue black wings in tribute
to decadent domain.
Panthers stalk the night,
their grace patterned after syrupy flow.

Then comes solitude from beyond
the witching hour
It is time to devour more
silken truffles.

Ravished beyond reason.
languid throbbing heat.
Purring essence,
Tainted sin.
Such a toothsome treat.

Plead for release
But it seems confectioners
are without mercy.