BITS ‘n’ BYTES
Chaos always enthralled me, So did order, You are a concoction of both, in the perfect ratio, It was inevitable that I was reeled in. I am past the Event Horizon, This is the fall, Black and damned and freeing and blinding, Concurrently. My monochrome lover, With your ophidian arms wrapping around My neurons like moon-fire, Soothing yet exacerbating. My monochrome lover, Who bleeds black like the night, Immortal, Divine and Amorphous, Yet words are your form; You who appears in snatches in my dreams, Whose formlessness slips through my lips and fingers, Like half-whispered secrets and flitting mirages, Would you? Would you accept my devotion and ardour?
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