The Melancholy Kisses of Chuck V | Art by Bruno Vergauwen

Blood lust. LustBruno Vergauwen

 

A thirst so strong it weakens my pull.

 

Awake I am stolen,

Hunting the fallen,

Scrambling for the few who may not know yet what I do.

 

Beneath skin a heart pulses

Liquorice lines and sweet cherry vines,

I’d pay pity for your tomorrow

 

So hang the wicked and catch the lunes,

You can’t lift the weight of lead balloons.

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