Clouded and misty, sleep comes calling... I take his hand, only to be led into a garden of dreams filled with blood and pain...
Is anything so beautiful?
I find him there... Godlike and powerful, awaiting my touch.
Shadows surrounded... the night keeping this dark secret unto herself.
Blood flows like chocolate tinted wine between monsters awakened to passion... and everything changes.
It hurts to awake in the morning... Dreams linger... And I can still taste that kiss.
Icy cold fingers... but still, you feel alive to me somehow... some of the warmth still clings to you.
What an odd moment, when one slips into shadows, and the dead feel closer than the living... when the underworld and our world sync together.
Yes... I hear you dear one. I feel your shadow clinging to me now.
Im listening.
COMMENTS
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LS
20:03 Apr 22 2011
*Sigh*
Angelus
16:36 Apr 23 2011
.. exquisite.