His hands are an artist's, —
There's power in them
To sculpt
To create
To demolish, —
And she's letting him
Make her his subject.
She looks up at his face
As he molds her like clay
Whispers to him:
"I don't like you
But I love you."
His eyes are like a hurricane, —
Wild and vicious
Ravaging everything
That he **** well pleases.
He tries knocking her down, —
Tearing her apart
Stripping her bare
So she'll have to rebuild, —
But she stands still.
Back straight against the wall
She tells him,
"I don't need you
But I want you."
His mouth is like a hot knife, —
His tongue gleams like silver
Beneath the light of a pretty lie
His words, serrated
Cutting deep enough
To make even the most obscure parts bleed.
She looks on as he takes a stab
Utterly unmoved, —
The wounds he leaves
Are never more than superficial.
She grins at him
And states:
"You are dangerous,
But you aren't frightening."
His heart is a rabbithole, —
It's a long way down that dark tunnel
But, if you're brave enough to take the tumble,
Once you finally land
You'll come face-to-face
With a mere little boy, —
Frail and trembling
Trapped for years.
Gracious and graceful,
She takes the boy's trembling hands
In her steadfast grip
And offers the truth, —
"You're a vampire, you see, —
A predator as old as time,
But once I stake you
You're done for."
His skin is like ice, —
Cold and thin
Melting away
Beneath her fingertips.
She looks at what she's done
And shakes her head
Before bursting into brilliant flame.
"You kept trying to **** me, —
And one day, you might have, —
But, love,
I am a phoenix.
I've burned and burned
A million times over
But you know
I'll always rise again."
