Twisted heart weighed heavy with burden of unintentioned momentary pleasure.
A wanted bond of trust broken before the prologue is ever written.
Physical, mental, and emotional connections all built and shattered by a single kiss.
Lips of silk drowns the senses and forces enslavement upon even the most willful.
Innocent words taken and accepted through sweet tongue and accents echoes through the mind like scriptures of holy writ.
Yet i must disobey. For in not doing so i place the hearts of those most dear to me on display. Prostrated upon a guillotine. Waiting for my thoughts to signal the end.
So instead i lock myself away. Placed in a cell in the deepest reaches of my own devising. Waiting till i rot into nothing. For on that day will the love of those i love be safe.
~Dark Prince Marque.
(The Martyr)
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Tales of martyrdom
Randompoetic and spoken word confessions of my regrets and actions for the sake of those i care for most.
