Phantasm.
For your hot breath I’d welcome death.
For you pr..
🕑 Added 2020-05-18 22:40:52 +0000 UTC
Phantasm.
For your hot breath I’d welcome death.
For you promises Id break.
(I Have Broken).
Past virtue, I crave your touch.
This phantom I have created,
you the one I know.
In dreams you are near,
attainable, and I- unconfined, yearn.
Your visage is marble,
washed out, fair, cut gristle.
Hands.
The kind that know power.
Strong and mean, transparent.
I see through your palest skin.
The color of beach sand
In hot sun.
Your eyes', too cold,
to be the ocean.
A specter -indeed- you are.
Who haunts my halls.
Break down these walls.
Teach yourself to me.
I wish only to learn you.
