two months, two months, the bones rejoice.

[clawedraven]

to Wayne, my biscuit, on this momentous occasion:

midnight is our hour and kingdom,
in darkness we weave our web
together this empire
will grow, expand, explode.

through the winter fog,
i answer your scream in kind,
as our souls, clawed and bloody,
whisper their last breaths.

together in oblivion,
our essence, mingled and one,
will float the pain away.
oh, hark! eternal peace.