Dusk EXTREME CONTENT poem hour 9

Blistering heat ices my chill in the eve’s dusk,
No sun nor daylight penetrate my prison’s dusk.

Eternity spent in night’s lava after dusk,
Time ties to the wire that binds in haunted dusk.

Cuts no longer burn, nor leeches wither at dusk,
Torture is my pleasure, for pain hides in the dusk.

Spiked, barbed wire strokes my shredded shins in fate’s dusk,
His shards tear into my being, senses at dusk.

After dusk comes long nights, after long night’s comes dusk,
And in both I am bound for painful pleasure’s dusk.

Taken by demon phallus at night, willing dusk,
Taken by demon wire at dusk, fleeing dusk.

Blistering heat ices my chill in the eve’s dusk,
Eternity spent in night’s lava after dusk.

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