Vindictive honey

Thine vengeance, tis like a mixture of poisoned honey, to ever addle these ears.
Thine virulent wasp speared acrossed the heart, enraged; my feelings dismembered by cold death, my breath, but a brief flask, filled to the brim before tis drunken by those devils of horror and of sickness, I am futile, from finding aid and nor doth mine own rapier astay, nor my wreath as I call to the gods with a bequeth," tend to these ears of mine, with but a soft word of comfort; that, which embraceth them and thine staff of confidence. I taste only my own blood, as I dampen my heart in the brindled mud of a cascade moon, falling stars, thy fields of worship, are in ruin as they are marred. Oh, sweet, sweet gentle nectar, thou art afoot, as I settle for the better wakes of morning ahead, but in my journey, my odossey of sootheing place, see I no glass of edible nectar, tis only liquid darkness beyond that texture and appeal. Thou art morose to thine hunger. Famine, becomes of you, thou shalt linger in my department, nor shall ye appease before me, in the form of trickery, vindictive honey.

Vindictive honey

johnr0x17

Joined November 2007

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