Our hollow hearts,
hungry for food,
feast on nothing.
False satiety -
we partake
She laughs - her master satisfied.
She has conquered
while we waste away
Our goddess - our idol
And though our Heart's Love calls
Our ears are deafened
by tuneless song
but she sings - she calls -
we come.
visit our new home!
11 years ago
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