• the sound
    the sways
    the speed
    and shames, of lying within the depths of an imortal despair
    within each fantasy of your touch, i lay in a sea of blood..my kindred youve killed, though my blind forgiveness holds no grief.
    i stare, lust becomes my friend with wicked intentions and with each thought i have, my body interprets it into a futile attempt to escape your hungry arms.
    you laugh, mockery drenching your velvet voice, crooning me into a defensive but subtle passion..my hate for you is only surpassed by my undying devotion to all things demonic..
    my heart aches,
    you have your way,
    though in the end whos left to make my funeral arrangements, a price for giving in to your wicked but temptingly graceful ways