#sequel to @ckahn's piece, Taste Timeless Night.
Muscles of diamonds,
Flesh of ice,
Shadowy eyes,
And words, all too nice,
Your blood from your system,
Your thoughts from your mind,
He whispers dark nothings, round corners, he winds.
Skin like parchment,
Blood that smokes,
Rattles that writhe,
That's not all, folks,
Your heart in fire,
Bereft of the saviour,
"Try me, my dark venom,
And savour the flavour."
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