Kiss~

Her name is danger, heathen lust

Carry on in shadows and death
Silhouettes dance, long, thin, dark
Empty alley, brick, neon sign
Hunger strikes, midnight hour
Haunting, vacant, distant eyes
Roaming, corners, hunting
Velvet black, noir caress
A calling, vibration, smell of blood
Mirror, casting no reflection
Her name is danger, heathen lust
Even now, red like rose
Subtle smile from the corners rise
Canine dripping primal scream
Echo… Echo… blood drained
A howl cry beneath the moon
Empty body soulless life
Left behind on cobblestone
Again the night will rise
Feed the need to rise again…

(matthew bowers) ~93
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Published by πŸŒ™ Crescent Moons πŸŒ™

Poet, Author, Musician, Spiritual Alchemist, Magick

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