the fallen angels walk among us, painted chrome with their false halos dripping the ichor of their sins. harbingers of forgotten futures, decrepit divinities, tell me stories of sweet, sweet damnation whispered between bedsheets and bliss.

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 © 𝗊𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗌

be my cynosure, stain my lips with aphrodisiacal delusions of us. touch me not, for the moment you do, i shall search for it for the rest of my life. collection of poetry reuploaded - 12•28•20