Radiance in black.
This dark perfection.
Undressing by moonlight.
Here exist the passions.
From night lovers in the shadows.
Resurrecting broken toys.
The people of chaos.
With purple lips of beauty.
In the setting of distant suns.
To the bleak horizons of dusk.
Keep falling onto naked skin.
Until sin has claimed us all.
Without fear or regret.
Sex is a Gothic plaything.
On all fours at her bed.
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