YOU HELD MY HANDS AND RAN
TOWARDS THE ROCKY SHORES
WITH ANGEL WINGS AND STARRY EYES,
I GAVE MY WORDS OF WORSHIP TO YOU:
THE GODDESS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS.
TOWARDS THE EMPTY CAVES
I GAVE YOU MY BODY AS A SACRIFICE.
THE PERFECT DEITY NEEDED MY BLOOD TO
QUENCH THE HOLY HUNGER AND THIRST.
TOWARDS A PITIFUL SATIRE
YOU WERE THE FALLEN GODDESS HABORING MALICIOUS INTENT; YOU NEVER ONCE PLANNED EQUAL PASSION FOR ME. I BECAME THE FOOL THAT I ONCE BELITTLED IN PAST.
TOWARDS THE COMEDIC CURSE
I WILL AND STILL CRAVE YOUR AFFECTION;
STRANGE ISN'T IT? A HUMAN'S STUPID HEART...
BUT I MISS THE IDEA OF YOUR LOVE, NOT YOU.
TOWARDS THE TRAGIC DEATH...
I'M PETRIFIED YOU MIGHT CHOKE ME TILL THE LAST WISPY BREATH ESCAPES MY LUNGS...
ONLY TO I REALIZE I'M WILLING TO SUFFOCATE MYSELF WITH YOUR HANDS OF UNREQUITED LOVE AROUND MY NECK THAN DIE ALONE.
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ÉCLATANT | writing
Puisiyou! oh, maiden, who loves mysterious goddesses in the purple skies that steal hearts and smiles. chase down that ambrosia with silky nectar champagne. you'll become one of us! you're eating like the gods tonight.
