Lestan Indigo : The Hunger

#lestanindigo #thehunger The black bats guard my state of mind. Phosphoric moonlight lit up the night. Your scarlet heart is always hard to find. You fed my empty world with your kind I’m counting down the days for us to meet. To consume your blood when you bleed My stubborn desperation begs on its feet. The hunger is craving; it’s time to feed. Blood from your veins My crucified soul is against the fence. My pale flesh is so worn out and intense. The velvet coffin is old and distressed. In search of you, with no time to rest I walk among you, away from the sun. Forsaken eyes hide away from dawn. The dead flowers won’t bloom as one. The hunting season is free. It has begun. Blood from your veins Follow at Lestan Indigo ©