Admit it, sir, you can't let go of me as easily as you believe.
Your soul is riddled with mine, bits and pieces tied together in a single bond.
Your touch is magnetic, drawing me into you regardless of the fact that you are cold heartless metal.
You, fire demon, are burning with passion.
You cannot look at me with those eyes and say you are only wishing for my body to belong to you.
For you are an innocent lost soul, forever churning the stones beneath the fire;
searching for another soul of the innocent to devour until your flame burns out.
I implore you, sir, permit me to feel your fire in an uncontrollable way no one but us can fathom.
Show me your way as I have showed you mine.
I am entirely yours; it is only fair you are entirely mine.
Pray, my owl of darkness, that your hour of eternal punishment has ended.
Fear, for the soul of the innocent will haunt you.
~*Persæus*~
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Disquietude
الشعرpoems & letters of someone who was love with a person who is unavailable, to moving on, to being in love with someone emotionally satisfying.
