Call me a chameleon, for I will become whichever shade of red you desire of me.
So passionate and scintillate yet possessing a glimpse of darkness.
Call me broken for I recognised his beauty and adorned him for it, yet he left me ugly.
You could still call me beautiful, for I, with my thorns am still an allure crimson rose.
Call me tranquil, for the monsters under my bed will never aggress because of the already-existent battle between my demons and life itself.
Call me complete, for my love fails to progress half-way.
Love me for the thorns and monsters I may embed you with and I will bestow you with that which the devil himself craves.
Loyalty.
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Soulful Noises
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