I was never shocked at how quickly I became used to the way you make me insatiable for lips never known before, infatuation is a danger and Iβm self-indulging, but let me pull you down with me. I promise there are beautiful views in Hell. That stark wasteland, putrid and silent and dark, makes it easier to appreciate whatever we have now. But Iβm sure you already knew that, leading the army of the only man more evil than you. The flames in your eyes I mistook for passion never hesitated to burn me. How wicked. Wicked, wicked, wicked eager me jumping to trust you while you licked the purity from my soul. One day someone else will feed my voracious appetite and I will simply know that numbing, blissed feeling as βthe way you used to make me feelβ. Without the smoldering core of being used.