Quantemed Out Together

You’ve been infected,
with what I don’t care.
Everyone envies you,
and your dark affair.

A singular voiced echo,
is what you’ve created.
United in loathing worship,
what your parents mated.

Your eyes understand,
withdrawn knotted grotesqued.
To dance with you once,
I will do what is requested.

Time is quantemed out,
you want to understand.
When we dance together,
there’s always reprimand.

Lay down beside me,
some company tonight.
With me all tied up,
you’ve only you to fight.

When you want to mate,
yourself a little more.
Read more of my poetry,
behind the Black Door.