Since forever it seems, you're stuck in a warm blanket of tragedies, sins, and lies.
You can't unwarp it.
You won't.
That's why your mouth's half open and dry
When you realise that her softness and strenght could find an entrance
In your cold steel
black heart.
You'd wish the darkness would extend its cover to her
that it would smother her, swallow her,
And get her to you.
Oh, the prospect of suffocating her golden halo like you snuff a bright flame,
To corrupt, own, and devour - just you and no one else
The monster inside is purring
You're not even feeling guilty about it
(but of course feelings are your soul forgeiners )