Take Me

by Geoff Clemence   Oct 24, 2005


Mortality has a tight, cold grasp around a lifeless corps.
Lifeless though still beating.
A mind owned and controlled by an alchemist ceremony.
Primed target in idle, waiting, almost conceding consent.
See through my eyes
Smell through my nose
But eat me from the inside.

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  • 19 years ago

    by ☆Vintage Butterfly Star☆

    I really liked this.
    It's really different.
    It reads really well even though it doesn't rhyme.

    Thanks for your comment, i really appreciate it.

    xxx cici xxx

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