THE VERNICIA ARCHIVES
VII. Lilium
Heavily sedated in Gloriosa superba
The stitches you gave where gasoline
The way it tickles and burns takes me
Way back to black bitter debonair.
The sorrows you told me
Were made of bright tuned tears
Nuances of irrigated suffering
Painted in all shades of Mephitic
Tonight I cant close my eyes
The thought of you through Lilium
Corrupts me deep inside
My lips became your Deathcamas.
- L.C. Noctividus
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