If your Life lay against mine
The stark contrast of my blackened soul
And your angelic glow would anger
Only gods
For they see the sin that isn’t my own
Buried in my skin
And they know the agony I carry beneath
Layers of skin
And flesh
And bone
I watch you kiss breath into the
Air around you
Your touch, your Life, it flowers and blooms
Into a sin-filled being, nursing the
Hollow desperate souls
Unearthed after eons of
Holding the reins of the world
Fall into my arms, and hand me the reins
Pass me your pain so you may see
The tragedy of
Death’s love
Of Life
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 7:28 PM UTC
If your Life lay against mine
The stark contrast of my blackened soul
And your angelic glow would anger
Only gods
For they see the sin that isn’t my own
Buried in my skin
And they know the agony I carry beneath
Layers of skin
And flesh
And bone
I watch you kiss breath into the
Air around you
Your touch, your Life, it flowers and blooms
Into a sin-filled being, nursing the
Hollow desperate souls
Unearthed after eons of
Holding the reins of the world
Fall into my arms, and hand me the reins
Pass me your pain so you may see
The tragedy of
Death’s love
Of Life
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