A lover eager to give love but destined to be alone because the love is so strong that it destroys instead of heals.
Anxiously awaiting my next victim
different from the last, different from the next
emerging from the shadows, captivated
led blindly by the undeniable scent of life, lust, freedom
my eyes, a holding cell for the deepest soul
my lips, the last meal
captured, yearning to be a prisoner within my walls
emotions erupt
beautiful, sensual, molten, but best admired from afar
hypnotized by my flame
destiny realized, defenses destroyed
engulfed, drawn by the light, warmth irresistible
taken, devoured, left to wither
they can’t endure, a storm is brewing
my soul, a phoenix laden with pain, but I grow from the ashes
survive and grow alongside me, but you don’t understand
it pierces, and your essence will pour
it darkens, pulses faint
sweet nothings transformed, bitter breath emerges
but only for a moment, as there is no more
same as the last, same as the next
tried, convicted and sentenced to forever
alone
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