you’re beautiful and I’m damned
this happens when you fall for the wicked
my heart carved in pain
your knife with a crimson hilt
living with each others guilt
what are we without each others realities
do we own our own truths
can we leave this question untouched
there still is so much debris
i can feel the weight of it
this bleeding grief
I am your consequence
And I, your instigation
an insatiable lust for life
a feather drifting
amidst plumes of crystalline vapour
a quill inking revelations,
the feather of Maat.
What are with but, mirror images
reflecting our inner demons?
Crimson stained glass shards
capturing the glinting broken pieces
of us…
Our souls intermingling,
dancing…
I’m beautiful but you’re, divine