Perverted Proclivities
A peculiar proclivity
I always dream of your pink embrace
I sit solemnly inside of the blood drenched summer without a worldly thought
I pray inside of your warm temple
A perverted proclivity
Sin is named my dream again
The tears in my eyes are now pieces of silver
The sky is dark and the everywhere dead
There is only the two of us
mirrored faces into jaded eyes
I used to dream of your warm,pink embrace
scared of the life possible to brew
My proclivity is dead
I instead travel inside of the shadows of darkest hue
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