Krissy Disillusion - Sorrow Sing Sweetly

Crimson masochist.
You bind me with ropes of silver
spun from elven locks.
I long for the exquisite agony;
soul wrenching,
internally scorched.
Blood lust corruption.
Beneath your glare my heart falls.
I stumble,
tripping over careless nothings
piling high.
The world stills and
minutes retreat.
Time moves backward as I run to catch up,
knee deep in the soft sadness
of your midnight eyes.

We rage against oncoming misfortune.
We turn our backs on
the waves of wicked wrath striving to engulf us.
Reality fades from our sight,
slips from our grasp,
and it matters not.
Lost and pining,
we struggle toward the glow
of love unrequited,
eternal;
a mesh of broken stars.

Agony coils at my feet,
preparing to taste my flesh.
My pleading eyes turn to you,
begging you to strike.
I tremble as your nails rake my skin;
breath failing,
my insides tumble.
Fires blaze from the darkness of your eyes,
singing sweetly of my sorrow.

Krissy Disillusion

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