Every waking moment I think of you
In this world
And the next.
Fixated.
As your lips brought understanding.
I came to worship your presence.
As your hands cared for me
I knew I belonged to you.
For every waking moment
I had sworn to be true
Now time and space
separate us
and every waking moment
is filled with me
getting back to you
**Pic Above: Doddle of Emma and Mercy**
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The Witch's Ward
General FictionMercy Winters let her naive love of a demon lord drive her to murder and madness. As a result the other worldly authorities capture her and place her in the 'workforce'. Having known this could happen she decided that patiently waiting in servit...
