𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 • 𝐩𝐣𝐦 (re-editing)

He wore the smell of blood and death like perfume,

Ice in his veins, fire in his eyes,

Yet you were the only one who could see those scars pierced in his heart and heal them...