Perfect sphere of scarlet flame,
The fruit, as pure as snow,
The skin, as red as blood, again,
An apple, Wednesday's woe.
The stem, as dark as moistened mud,
The pips, as black as night,
Amphetamine intoxicated,
Spiked and laced with fright.
A shot of nightshade, hemlock, two,
One bite, the teeth will sink,
A single spark of tongue will do,
Skin broken for the drink.
The toxic fruit, its flesh will melt,
Into a merlot stream,
To trace its path, as ruby, dealt,
A scarlet needle seam.
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#household Perfect sphere of scarlet flame, The fruit, as pure as snow, The skin, as red as blood, again, An apple, Wednesday's woe.
#acorn #nightdwellers Fingers trace the smoke grey glass, Thick fog pours through the ashen grass, The sky is jet, a vast expanse, The black horizon takes its stance.
Slither, shiver, shedding snakes Manipulate the shadowy walls Where silhouetted angels fall Candlelit faces, haunting graces Heartbeats tempo - quiet and still Paralysed in echoed rooms...
The blackness of the night Wraps it's silken hands around my wrists, It's cool velvet mouth cloying at mine, Yearning for a kiss, a taste, To dip its damp tongue within, Chill me, send shivers across...
Cold hearts line the frosted floor, As hallow flames light up the door, Black tears of night fall to the ground, Crescendo hues spark all around.
Obsidian, black shadows dance on the ivory wall. Beasts hide in their eerie, onyx tentacles. Tangled, secrets whisper through the marble hall. Blood curdling screams rip from the raven corners.
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