The Haunting Desire

Do not touch me, do not disturb my rest. Do not allure me, for your presence ignites something within me that I cannot control. It seduces my very soul, leaving it incomplete, a feeling that lingers endlessly. Oh, mythical goddess, do not haunt me with your elusive presence.

A fleeting moment with you brings both ecstasy and silence, a strange serenity laced with darkness. It is a paradox that binds me—moments of bliss intertwined with those of religious reverence, a deep melancholy creeping in with the inevitable demise. Your essence calls to me, drawing me into this spiral of contradictions.

I chase the shadows you cast through murky labyrinths, torn between virtues and vices, seeking something beyond my finite existence. The temptation is maddening, born from the chaos within. I am trapped in the web of my own desires, struggling to free myself from the weight of my deadliest sins.

Do not unite with me, for in doing so, you slay me. The virtual reflections of you echo in my mind, and the bleeding of my soul never stops. Your presence suffocates me, and yet, I crave it. You are everything I want, everything I need.

Oh, mythical goddess of memories, come forth into reality. Sink into me, lead me on this journey from mortality to immortality. Seduce my soul again, leaving it forever incomplete. Oh, goddess, do not haunt me.

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