i call you
ugh, you, – my incubus lover, i'm surrounded by ugly souls 𓇼 through their veins flows pus, unfurling up a mephitic smell 𓇼 their gazes suppurate dislike while their smiles are putrid 𓇼 thank god, my flower garden reveals perfume and colors 𓇼 and birds disperse their music, and your imps chase 'em away … ugh, you, the word of my word, sing to me... sing to my desires 𓇼 embrace, embrace my dreams, dreams credible and incredible 𓇼 travel, travel in all my missives chronicled to you by my future 𓇼 there, joviality bears my name, i'm the one who fulfills wishes 𓇼 there, the light of each shadow stimulates the shadow of light … ugh, you, – my incubus lover, word of my word, – i call you
