愛嬌
utopias of sanguine and crimson deceptions are carved on your honeyed epidermis with noir ink / sweet incantations a tongue can hold so prettily against its taste buds, savouring the murmurs of love and roseate wonders of a daintier world carved out of the lace you love kissing so much / you're an unique one, with your childhood fantasies lingering into adolescence ; fifteen years and you're seeking dulcet release of your humane emotions / you crave loving anthropoids that don't belong to you, but to someone else / baby, don't you know those fervours are forbidden ?
in our world we can't love, we can only resent and inwardly pray for a sweet release from the labyrinth we call our lives – the one that will haunt us until the dawn that will signal the end, the one we won't escape from no matter how much we truly try.
