Shh…

We dance around graves,

Joke about needing to be saved.

Fuck them and what they have to say,

Today is for us among the endless days.

Ashes on my face,

Bite marks on my neck.

Our little secret that I have to protect.

Is this a one time thing, a high desire?

Now you’re not the only one who’s a liar.

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Author: lionrage5206

I am but a lowly instrument to the muses.

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