Promise me. Take me in.
Like some strawberry flavored poison.
Revel with me as the city burns.
Dance with me in the blood of the old world.
Have I found peace in chaos?
Have I...
What have I found in you?
Everything?
Nothing?
The universe...
Or a happy ticking bomb?
Will you always be here?
Or just long enough to break me?
I think I'd enjoy both.
The dead part of me will be beautiful.
The knife twisted in my tiny heart will become a new altar of worship.
To my goddess.
My end.
The remnants of that messy tryst will be an inkblot in the history books,
your accension,
my collapse,
and a fetching face fuck of grit and loving torment accenting your poutey perfection.
Like an ocean of bloody money shots.
You've got a little something on your chin dear.
And it tastes like the nothing of you and me.
Like a world gone rotten.
Like a promise kept.
Or we could wake up from the real together...
watch the flickering gems of a dying society
from the cool green hills.
I'll protect you from the acrid winds.
I'll keep the ash out of your hair.
I will treasure you.
I will keep you.
If you submit to me.
If you Become my everything.
And we can have our quiet paradise...
finally free from the real.
If you just love me.
If you just let me...
Find you
Free you
Fear you
Love you
Hate you
Fuck you
Have you
Then I could have all that I need.
Everything? Nothing? Nowhere?
No.
Only you.
...Please let me.
Before I start begging.
