vii | him
his seductive pure voice
haunting the sickly sweet dreams,
of her nightmares.
his warm cruel laughter
bleeding sheer sweet innocence,
out of her delicate ears.
his cacophony filled eyes
staring deep in her scarred soul,
which he held once.
his rosy soft lips
scarring the places they touched her,
which tasted of heaven once.
his sinful soft touch
blessing curses along their trail
over her delicate skin.
his frosted ruby heart
evolving her love and darkness,
into his own twisted love.
–him
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