The gesture was innocent
the purpose defined
either prey or victim
but both in the same
.... so I keep you close
so near was my grip
time slowly changes
as our skin begins to rip
I won't digress unto lips
that sway me to my death
nor the hint of blood mixed against the roses
oh how it can steal your breath...
have no fear for I will hold you just the same ,if just a mere glimpse
take what's due as it burns
if only the lonely could change
make this my prison, exactly li
that hole you call a heart ..
Wondering amongst aphid-like thoughts
destined for the wicked wreckage
that is my soul ⁸
there were never any magical lies
only sarcasm and the damned
lined up in twos, three's and fours...
and now comes the comfort of
everlasting devotion and undying vows....
"THE END"
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