Poetry

Nefarious

All the pretty little things

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You devour me, like a whore devours the flesh of many men, on these knees, I have come to terms with your wicked ways, your kiss tantalizing me and begging for more

You are Nefarious, the way you spill my blood recklessly underneath a blackened sky! I call out to be saved, yet, you suck my last breath from my soul. Leaving me speechless…