I have many muses..and you are one of them.
I hold your memory in my mouth and roll you across my tongue.
I find satisfaction in your suffocation inside me.
because now i own you.
Death cannot seperate us, nor miles, or bodies..
your sex and mind is mine.
the beauty of your face drives them all insane, but i am already half crazy..you complete my journey to insanity.
stop struugling against me.
i already have won.
and you are safe here,
being my muse,
my Persephone..
my Narcissus..
Find your freedom in the cage of my heart.
*inspired by you*
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