Everyday, sanity overwhelms my reality, as my mind is consumed by the unknown. Unfulfilled desires that cannot be fathomed, mortal fears, morality shivers. At times, I struggle with the voices. The reminders of what could be. The darkened fascinations of illicit interludes full of satin, fishnet, flesh- forbidden fruit tainted by fear.
I envision your eyes penetrating my soul, drawing me ever closer to my desires. The perfection of unmasked beauty, the hidden façade of uninhibited lust. Something so tangible that I must grasp with these pale hands. My craving for your flesh is the guise that binds me. I can see eternity in your eyes and taste forever upon your lips. Yet, you remain banished from my side. My tears flow and no one cares. I cannot escape. My hopes fade and these illicit dreams replace sanity.
In haste, my mind wanders and the deep cravings build. I know this plan will work. Everything is clear to me, the dead will rise, and the love, although forbidden, will be near. Still, I feel my soul will elude your touch. These few words cannot replace you. My torment defies reality. Yet, I know the grave waits. The implements of your resurrection are cleansed by fire from the sacred texts that defy God. Inside this tomb my love calls and in my heart the truth reigns. Your pale flesh will rise and again we will be united. “Azathoth, Please, Azathoth,” please come to thee, aid me in my time of need.
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