The sting no longer sings within my flesh. I lay and lie and embrace the fates. The dark, the chill, like a blanket, surrounds and penetrates as anguish and angst give way to crimson slumber. My mind, calming. My heart, slowing. My soul, giggles as rivulettes drip my sanguine sins away. Found I am within ebony pitch, cradled and cold, dreaming of darkest delights, as life sails on and my soul smiles its rejoicing of deaths comforting embrace.
L8r, T
