older than tomorrow,
can't smell a thing,
everything's transiant,
vague memories of an old sibyl,
wondering,
how did i get in this abyss?
as i walk though the dreary creek,
i stumble upon an incubus,
he pleeds for my sleep,
with no one to turn to,
i let his bones run through mine,
just to kill this forsaken anatomy,
in my deep senses, he came,
travesing throughout me,
every condensed nerve,
through my crimson spasms,
strange dreams of secrecy,
wuthering shrine of a monarch,
enraged he escaped,
as all he found were loose ends,
how did i get in this damp abyss?
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Aditya. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.