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by Xayide
Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Death · #1919683
fetish can be dangerous, even more so at the point of excasy




The uncontrollable urges have ended;

as unrehearsed dreams become lost.

Time moves forward as if nothing matters

livid rampage overcomes

emotional knowledge resides deeply

slowly choking, clinching slightly,

the ropes continue binding.

Breath shortens, air’s scarce,

lights dim as silence unfolds,

pupils dilate and veins explode,

lips shade in purple tones,

touch fades till there is none.

As death becomes me...behold.

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