Disclaimer: The work belongs to Akira Amano. I have no influence on the story whatsoever.

TAINTED WHITE 10069

I had almost forgotten;
your gentle touch, your mysteriously smiling eyes, your slightly amethyst colored eyes that sent chills down my spine.
Almost aloof, you approached me without much care for the truth.
Domineering, controlling, and gazing beyond the facade.
The misty illusion of Leonardo de Lippi flowed pass you;
as if it had no effect at all.
Your milky white pale skin,
your gentle yet poisonous grip,
your dreadfully sharp nails,
all sank into me; leaving deep scars and imprints on my body.
Thin, long; etched throughout all over my flesh.
Like piles and piles of feathers; loosely strung and threaded together.
Pale pink and white scars,
and yet they were not truly mine.
The temporarily matierialistic illusion that you tainted does not exist,
and maybe neither do those feelings you so outrageously uttered.
Those quiet whispers you breathed onto my neck, my ears; tainted lies, never exising.
And yet they so mysteriously bound me to believe those lies.
Invisible chains that heavily burdened my chest, making that certain muscle work ever so harder to keep up with yours.
Your hair, that bewitching shade, alien to that of normal humans.
I have never laid eyes upon that color before,
so pure,
so heavenly,
and yet so malicious.
Different from the pitch black torture I went through,
different from the murky green inhumane creatures that exist within this world,
different from the blazing, fiery, and passionate crimson blood that flows through both our bodies.
It was a bewitching color, and yet ironically untainted.
Both our wills clashed together, arms binding arms,
legs tangling with legs.
Lips chaining down resolutions, those sexily pink and robust lips.
They always faintly tasted like those sweets you scarfed down like a waterfall.
Those abominably white, bringers of sickness and Diabetes.
Falling under that bewitching spell,
sweetly untainted.
TAINTED MARSHMELLOWS