We painted passion upon a canvas of twilight.
Each thirsting gasp breathed a new nebula,
Each benighted convulsion spilled pearlescent hues.
In rapturous devotion,
Our caresses licked stars into existence,
Illuminating a carnal vignette upon the black cosmos.
Beneath such artistry, we drowned,
Willingly choking on the gargle of beauty and perversion we birthed.
And as the paint devoured us,
It formed worlds where only lust was God.
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shaunjmclaren92
Hi, I am a burgeoning gothic scholar and writer with an appreciation for the fantastical, sinister and depressing. My prose and poetry tends to focus on expressing an optimistic perspective on emotional turmoil with the cold cynicism typical of a socially akward and existentially weary Scotsman. My research focus is weird literarue and existential philosopy, particularly nihilism. I am currently studying MRes Arts and Humanities at the University of Stirling where I also achieved BA Hons in English Literature and Philosophy and am literature editor at The Mourning Paper magazine.
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