It’s been 3 days since you died,
i crawl over you, in every curve.
Your skin isn’t soft anymore,
even if you’re stiff and cold.
Ill live from you all the same.
You are a decaying corpse
and im the maggots
digging into your skin,
feeding off your flesh.
Ill devour every part of you,
down to the marrow.
I’ll consume your brain,
ingest your memories, your passions,
just so i may understand you more.
- Author: caluco ( Offline)
- Published: April 5th, 2023 22:01
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 6
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