Perchance to dream, thoughts dark and cold
and wintry chill pervades and bright
light dims and so to slumber slips
where true desire from dark earth duly crawls
White bones through fingers poke and claw
and lips oaths break and smile then whisper sweet
white lies, half truths, deceit most syrupy
and from his mouth and breast he feeds
Hungry mouth suckles and feeds on lies most warm
yet cold on the tongue, belly bloated he rises
and wiping his mouth, eyes ringed and tooth blackened smile
fed on desires yet hunger raging wild
Into the night, soft screams and tears make pulses race
and twisted he submits to need
and when dawn comes, and waking guilt subsides
he smiles, rolls over, smiling hungry still

dark, twisted. well penned Michael.
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