Flawed Design
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"when I was a young boy, I was honest
and I had more self control.
If I was tempted I would run…"
- "Flawed Design" - Stabilo
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He couldn't recall how he'd known. Perhaps he'd always known, as he was certain that no one had ever told him.
But then he decided - like many things - he wished he didn't. Knowledge was helpful, but most often it was hinder some. He would have preferred to have remained blissfully oblivious to the grotesqueness of his natural feelings. His flawed design.
His want for her, the woman with the same eyes as he, the same hair - only longer - and snowy white skin. She deserved more love than could be provided by a nobleman with only the desire of wealth in his heart. Every crooked smile could stop his heart, smiles laden with desperation, and perhaps an inkling of …
No, most certainly not.
She was a goddess, his goddess alone. A devil with an angels wings, she deserved the same sinful delights that she radiated, the kind that pushed him closer to the endless abyss of despair and sadness. The kind that weakened his knees and drove his unstable mind spiralling further down to the flames of hell, that excited his senses in a way no drug ever could.
A twisted love, a flawed love, he was sure it was. But it was love all the same.
