You’re so entrancing.
Your perfect black hair, falling in wisps on your forehead.
The way your pale skin glows, as if caressing all with light.
I wish I could wrap myself in your arms, peaceful cold filling my bones.
I’m in love with you.
But child.
You haven’t even met me.
My eyes are sunken, dark and empty.
My teeth are rotten, nowhere to be found.
Why do you find me so beautiful?
I am disgusting.
You should hate me.
I do hate you.
But you’re the best thing I have.
That’s my only love left.
