DEVIL'S ADVOCATE : THE FOUL BOY
WAS IT YOU WHO BENT MY SPINE MAKING ME BELIEVE I WAS CLOSER TO HELL WHEN I WAS PART OF THE MACROCOSM OF BURNING SUPERNOVAS?
WAS IT YOU WHO SUCKED ON MY TAINTED BLOODY LIPS AND FOUND IT UNSAVORY SO YOU BIT THEM, BURSTING FORTH A FOUNTAIN OF HONEY DEW?
WAS IT YOU WHO TOLD ME HEAVEN WAS FAR TOO OUT OF MY REACH BECAUSE I HAD DECADENT EYES?
WAS IT YOU WHO MADE ME BELIEVE ONLY YOUR SOILED HANDS COULD MAKE ME FEEL COMPLETE?
WAS IT YOU, YOU FOUL BOY?
YOUR ROTTING BODY AND MAUDLIN BREATH IS NOT A RELIGION TO BE PRACTICED.
// BEWARE OF THE FOUL BOY WITH WILD INTENTIONS AND HONEYCOMB WORDS THAT MAKE YOUR HEART DRIP LIKE A PRETTY SUNRISE. //
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PoetryYOU RIPPED MY HEART OUT OF MY RIBS AND SMILED AT THE CRIMSON STAINING YOUR HANDS. YOU ONLY WANTED A TASTE OF THE SUBLIME. hanabi_neko © 2017 (plagiarism is what sends your souls to hell people. be fair.)
