nasty

from the immensity of sins committed in the witching hour,
i will call you to lead you into the abyss of my immortality;
there, i'll revive you from verses as my muse which you are

from the thoughts of any poem penned, only you'll know
my cruel curse that empathizes with all your inside burning,
enough to bloom in you the lure of my seductive perfume

from any sheer feeling, if any moment will get you bored,
i will feel you flowing in me, and i'll take care to inject you
with my nasty blood, till reborn in you, my emotions' spark

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