Rotting crimson cave
once home to your passion
now lies on another’s caress
who possess your devotion
from dawn to dusk
and still lingers on
in your dreams
my damnation
But I can’t declare
what drives me
to the devil’s lair nightly
I lost that freedom
to sing your name
when you slid through
the crack in our cave.
— by anntidote —
Sketch by Anntidote [June 29, 2025]