Take me to the hill and tie me to the stake.
The beauty of midnight, Is that it glows. Under the pale envy of the moon. Its infinite dark wonders, Hide in the shadows. It has known a winter’s breeze, And I have felt its cold kiss down to my bones. It has been many summer nights, A warm touch to caress bare flesh. I’ve seen […]
Tearing the flesh from his bones with forks and knives made of coral. They enjoyed a freshly caught meal.