Don't put me in a gilded cage.
Don't poke me with a gilded stick.
For when I finally make my exscape,
I will bite you with my gilded fangs.
With one caress of the cheek;
I have you.
A quiet whisper in your ear;
your mine.
Leaning over; smell your blood;
my fangs sink in gently.
Taking your old life & giving you a new one.
Your mine...
Forever.
It surrounds me fully,
caressing me gently.
My life is in your hands
o' darkness,
love me forever.
Whisper sweet nothings.
Forever & ever.
The darkness is
within me...
Always.
The beginning is never the end.
It is alway going; flowing erradically through time and space.
Never ending.
My hands reach out, to feel it's warmth.
To feel the neverending of that which is called beginning.
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