Pearls of mud and Heartstrings of blood

by Sunburnsfromhell

This artist of yours is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Pearls of mud and Heartstrings of blood

Crybaby tears, you beautiful doll

Filling up the void in your soul with pearls of mud and heartstrings of blood

I stitch you up with my forbidden love

Crafting your bones and painting your face

All to feed my egocentric self

You crave my preciseness, my artistic hands

Building you up to perfection and tearing you once again to shreds

Over and over again, the circle of decay

Stuffing you full with plastic emptiness, false love

This artist of yours is a wolf in sheeps clothing

I comb out your black threads, stitch together your pink lips, smooth out your pallid skin

Crybaby tears, you ruin the art with your salted drops

Telling me that you're weak and useless

Naive little one

If you were worth so little, I would be long gone

So I supply you with all I can give, even if it isn't all real

Truthfully, you are my masterpiece

The puppet that can talk, walk even think

My flawless doll, my obedient marionette.

You don't need any strings

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Hinata, you are like molten gold

A burning soul dirtied with dark, dark kohl

Pink and pale lips, whispering the name of scorpions

Your slender, pale hands would fit well with my tanned skin

Running through my red hair with thin fingers and fair nails

Diamond eyes, like snowdrops and sea foam

Round orbs of glass and snow, meeting a gaze of bronze and maroon

The great red wolf and the little white dove

Stitched together by pearls of mud and heartstrings of blood