She's Dead
The succubus bleeds in the shadows of woe, I feel nothing as your eyes glaze over. Haunted you linger with a necrotic glow. I feel nothing as your flesh begins to harden. Hush child, tis time to be silent as infinity embraces you deep. Go fourth the abyss and wander the coils of fathomless oceans of sleep…
Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R. | Year Posted 2014
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