Wings

Drenched in my sweat, covered in blood and stained with my tears...

Author's Note: If the story seems like the lyrics or have a similarity, it was not my intention. I simply wrote it without reading the lyrics and with the knowledge of Korean words that I know.

I woke up again, and my body was drenched in sweat, my eyes swollen from the tears that had freed themselves in my sleep and my hands and lips covered in blood because of the pain I had inflicted myself to wake up from my dream. I was dancing as if it were my last dance on Earth, the place was burning hot but one person's breath would cool me all over. With all my body, heart and soul, I danced as if that person was possessing my body.

Under a spell, controlled but still conscious of my surroundings and actions. I saw their wings but instead of seeing beautiful white, black or whatever color they should be, all I saw was the wings a demon or an underworld creature would have. They smiled, a smile that I felt was too bitter to be sweet but they at least tried to make it a bit sweet only to fail miserably. My mind was screaming to get away but my body, heart and soul yearned for them. Yelling and thrashing for them, with these words repeating each time like a chant 'I want you, a lot'. A kiss landed on my lips, the pain surging my body because my mind was rejecting the flickering feeling that the kiss made me feel.

I wanted someone to hurt me, just run to me and choke me. I was drunk, drunk on them. Their taste deep in my tongue, throat and all my senses. Imprinting themselves until I didn't care how drunk I was from them, but wishing that it was them that I was drunk from. I was slowly trying to see who could tie me up, hurt me, grab me so tightly I couldn't move by my own, shake me, not letting me run away and not letting me snap out of the trance my heart, body and soul were in.

It was our own little secret, my own personal prison which I was addicted to. Kisses, kisses on my cheeks, kisses on my eyes, kisses on my throat, and finally, kisses on my lips. I was addicted and I realized that I couldn't serve or be with someone who wasn't you. I was drinking from a venomous Holy Grail. They were killing me softly and slowly, closing my eyes with just a simple touch, I couldn't reject them even my mind commanded me to. I sighed, I couldn't run anymore, not away from them but to them. Because in the end they were too sweet. That was how I found myself in the situation I was now, awake, hair messed up as if it had gone through a whirlwind and lost, lips and hands covered in blood, drenched in sweat and face covered with tear stains that showed how much it hurt to love them.