While the flames of passion freeze in your mind, I’ll be wrapped behind you, cloaked in the sins of the flesh. Jaded whispers of lustful promises filled with deceitful gazes, I offer you not sanity, but madness. Always beside you but never there, my presence is the churning chaos of scars long lost forgotten. I play upon your innocence, crushing it in my grasp, I feed your existence the fermented embryo of society. Your screams are in vain; I am you: a cocoon manifested from your decayed tears. A memory surfaces to a mirrored abyss, reaching but never grasping. Allow the jagged ice to crawl across your skin, inching, creeping, crystalizing a self you once believed in. I claw at your chest, burning, burning, burning, the existence of your past is frail. I feed upon your weakness. Feeding you ******* Sins off Diverged Tongues