| My mind it hungers and my body yearns each day a teether that I'm strung upon Waiting in forment to know and to learn the inner workings of your darkest song It is you that makes me bleed endlessly thin as rice paper with a blood red seal You course thotough my veins, a sweet agony I'm trapped with a need I will always feel I still feel you clawing beneath my skin so pull from me the desires that you keep Take from me I beg you and dive within and I will freely give all that you seek I'd rather be the toy with which you play than not know your touch and be driven insane |
| A Darker Sonnet |
| Copyright Erica D'Hondt 2005 |
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