They say
that a monster is no longer a monster
when they are loved.
So my darling,
love me.
Love me
with every drop of your blood,
with every breath of your lungs.
Love me
so I can feel your beauty,
so I can feel your life.
Love me
and I will no longer be a beast,
and I will no longer crave the rust of death.
Oh my darling
I am begging you to
love me
so I can live.
Even if it's not with you.
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
