I raped her, so rigid. I abused her body and I fucked her feeling.
I abducted her soul
and I striked her chapped lips.
You were raging and
begging me to stop.
Red toxic blood mixed with ragging feeling and itchy skin. Gnawing in my red room is what attracts me most. And every time you touch me, I feel like my skin is chapped.
You can’t have my shattered pieces of the shadows of my soul, and you certainly can’t have me
as unreservedly and utterly,
cause you want to possess me, but I’m not born to be possessed.
I’m a murderer. Killing her softly with my existence. And when she’s dead, she’s alive. She told me that, but that’s our secret.
I ignited her with my body burning like that fireplace. She ignited my eyes with her naked glorious body. We were lying on the ground…
I can be your demon if you want to be my angel.
I can incapacitate your wings with my unwavering hug, and you can make me susceptible, make me wanting more than one part of you.