Delilah stares at it all in awe.
Her soul walking
into his awaiting arms.
This day is finally here.
(Doubt and fear, exit stage right)
For them, there is no time left.
Eyes bright, pearly whites flashing.
Hoaxes holding her high,
Almost as tight as her grip on the bars of this cage.
If she didn't know any better
(Which she does not)
She would succumb to his sweet fruits.
Every brush of contact - Everything to her.
If he stole that too
from her well...
She's sure she would reduce to ashes.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 1:44 AM UTC
Delilah stares at it all in awe.
Her soul walking
into his awaiting arms.
This day is finally here.
(Doubt and fear, exit stage right)
For them, there is no time left.
Eyes bright, pearly whites flashing.
Hoaxes holding her high,
Almost as tight as her grip on the bars of this cage.
If she didn't know any better
(Which she does not)
She would succumb to his sweet fruits.
Every brush of contact - Everything to her.
If he stole that too
from her well...
She's sure she would reduce to ashes.
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