When you feel me, my touch will leave red prints on your skin. It will darken like rain falling onto dry concrete. You will be encapsulated in my darkness. It will be all around you. It will be all inside you. You will be all mine. It will be too late.
When you feel me, my touch will leave red prints on your skin. It will darken like rain falling onto dry concrete. You will be encapsulated in my darkness. It will be all around you. It will be all inside you. You will be all mine. It will be too late.
When you hear me, the painful rot in you will spread. It starts as a singular point of desire within your center. It will grow like vines through your body until it’s unrecognisable to you. Until it’s covered.
When you hear me, the painful rot in you will spread. It starts as a singular point of desire within your center. It will grow like vines through your body until it’s unrecognisable to you. Until it’s covered.