madness

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"In our interlude of madness,
there are gory cheeks and pleasant screams,
an empty mansion without a centrepiece,
dungeon drapes cut from ebony,
like silk clinging to your bones in a 
poor emulation of skin;
red walls, crimson tears, vermillion
on your forehead for the soul you've severed,
and your tongue trails the knife like a sword
driving through your heart
(lips curl to the side,
bloodshot eyes and wicked teeth.
I swipe the bleeding wine from your chin,
and I have never tasted
anything so sweet)."

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in honour of hallow's eve.