Whispers To Death

I hear you calling my name. You almost had me already. There is no shame. Slow and steady. You are not tame. I come intrigued. I see a dark figure. Your words are egged and leave me fatigued. You want to see a transfigure. Though you are leagued. There are plenty of you. This is not your mind. There is no breakthrough. No way to bind. This leaves me blue. It should have been. The grave is not the final destination. The proof is my skin. You will go through castration. I can't help but grin.