A story of dark unconditional love. |
(50 lines) Her lips are so striking, full, blood red and glistening. Sometimes I think they have their own pulse. This flawless creature holds my heart so completely, nothing else shall ever matter. Every time I look at her, I can’t see anything but perfection… I won’t. Every moment she is away I long for her. I remember when we couldn’t spend a single eve apart. I remember our first night together. I’ll never forget the way the light from the full moon shown on her porcelain skin, I can’t. Now my mind races to escape any thoughts that may allow me to accept how things have changed. As the door slowly creeps closed with a creek behind her… It matters not, I love her still, as I always shall… I must. She will return to me, she always does And as should be, all shall be forgiven. I will hold her, and caress her And know in my soul it is I who is lucky to have her. I believe. I used to love the moon in all her gracious beauty And I yearn to share her with my Isabell again. She brought us magic, She is magical still. I am helplessly bound; eternally captive to her powers. I long. Her lips are so striking, full, blood red and glistening. The blood dripping from them is still warm. And yet her beauty is unbelievably and undeniably unmatched still. Every time I look at her, I see nothing but my precious Isabell. I won’t. Every moment she is away I long for her. If I could freeze her in time, by my side I’d save her from herself, and so many I would save from her. If I could save her from this deathly cycle… I can’t. Now my mind races to escape any thoughts That would attempt to steal my love from within my chest Thoughts of her victims, the women, the children… It matters not, I am hers forever, I will dismiss these thoughts… I must. She will return to me, she always does And my arms will open, I will hold and caress her After all the screams and cries have been silenced And the morning shall bless us with 28 days of peace I believe. I used to love the moon in all her gracious beauty But now she is my infinite clockwork torture She has ripped my soul-mate from me, and stripped her soul from her I would gladly trade my love for her violent damnation… I long. |