"Cold blood fills the ravines of your pale, cracked lips. You've known nothing but violence all your life. Crying out to a god you don't believe in, you ask for the blood to run warm."
— you wait, unheard; echo
i look at her and to put it simply, i see my muse for the first time looking right back at me.
my hunger ran deep one day. it twisted and turned my insides. attempted to claw it’s way out of my stomach as i inched closer to my prey.
my lover,
i just wanted to kiss you, i didn’t mean to consume all of your flesh and bones but i couldn’t help myself.
like i said, it ran deep and now we are one.