Shadows wrapping around
my body.The cold trapping grip
arouses me.My body's warmth
flees leaving a cold, lifeless, non-
breathing body.The light told me not to
do it but i didn't care. You
might say this was a dare.I love this feeling it
makes me feel so wanted to the
darkness.I moan in pleasure as the
grip of shadows tightens around my
mind, body, and soul.The darkness
takes its tole on my mind.
I find that dealing with this becomes
hard.As my body feels waves of pleasure.
After this the shadows release me.To be
free to the outside world were humans live.
I give my self up to the shadows to feel the
pleasure i crave.
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Crimson Killer
Were dark poems lie.
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