Burnt
Bruised
Abused
by deciet of love.
Trust withered like flowers
lack of morning dew and sun above.
Does it really matter?
For I have set my sight on you.
Like honey enticing every birds and bees.
Pick one if you have a need
or a twisted belief.
One may have tasted every shades of lust
pretending love attired.
Like a meadow smothered by dancing varieties
of beautiful colours.
But I have not seen you...
mmm....Come
Devour me and
savour my fiery hue.
And I will bring you
to the seven gates of heaven and hell.
Kinda like a
hot red burning coal
submerged
in cool water blue.
Come to me.
Lets waste not...
For the thief of the night will appear.
Kiss of death lingers close to my ears...
Whisper me
'Make it sweet'
For you my dear..
Enjoy your final and sumptous feast
and
your very last breath
I will take in slowly like a cool beast.
In eternal bliss
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