My favorite E.D. poem ever. Perfection She’s beautiful, you think, as she stands all alone Sanguinary passion; bruised eyes, jutting bones With black tendrils she’ll grab you in an enticing dance You’ll let her devour you, a macabre romance You’re hungry; she’ll feed you misery and obsession Her talons will grab you; forever her possession Cruel mistress; she’ll kiss you, she’ll suck out your soul You hand her your body to take back control Feel the razor-sharp bones slashing through the... read more
