I love to lurk in the dark
They said I'm a Nyctophile
I get lost in thoughts
When I look at the amaranthine sky
It's dusk...... The monster is coming.
Echt excitement witten all over my face
Your growl mellifuous from afar
Like a brontide I fear
I wander the wilderness all my life
The tress getting taller, the mist getting thicker, the forest getting darker
And there I saw scintilla.
Trovaille you call it
But I found you, rad beast
I ignore all presage and run into your arms
A latibule in the dark, it feels like apricity
I'm tempted to look in your coruscant eyes. It lightens your soul...
I've seen your scars
I'm taken aback you gorgonize me
My soul aquiver to that ephemeal pleasure. A purple rose I felt
You... Yourself is an art.
It's an honour
DEVOUR me..... I beg
Your breathe in my neck
Paroxysm at the prickling sensation
A moan left my lips blending the psithurisms' melody
A leal prey in front of you
I felt colywobbles as you hibble my flesh
And gnaw my bones
My blood trickling from my body to tge ground.
An orphic night I've spent with you
A night with the nemophilist
You're vicious and that's your minutiae
I love being yours.....
Wishing I'll be stuck in this
This is saorsa.... aeonian freedom.
But everything's selcouth...
The moreIi believe it's real
The swifter it shifted to illusion
Disappointedly, I woke up
Just my mesonoxian nightmare.
