Mysterious

Grip loosening; 
the lesser evil�"� 

will liberate you�"� 
from the nights terror. 

The moon bleeds, 
in your bed. 

A raw wound�"� 
unblinks in pain. 

No words will speak 
for the fallen icon. 

The death has extracted 
its price. 

Black milk exudes 
from the round breasts. 

Sun was rising.