True love

In this curb, the dark of night I wait and stalk, my heart in flight Quiet town of broken dreams Love has me bursting at the seams It is you that I must own, Your every breath and every moan, For what you hear and what you see, Is the very blood inside of me But mercy sadly I shall show none, Your refusals make the soul undone, And thusly I shall bleed you dry, Cherishing the notes held in your cry.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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