A pair of blooded dried raven wings,
and you to sweep me away from darkness.

You are of all bad things combined together,
like my addiction of dried leaves and bittersweet fizziness.

You say you are the demon king,
yet you shower me with affection and held my hand tight from falling too deep in the infinite darkness.

You, the anchor of me,
and I, wanting to submit myself more in you.

You smell like my favourite addiction,
eventually, you became one.

sooner or later,
you might leave me.

but for now,
allow me to find comfort in the warmness of you.