Wednesday, 7 November 2012
Lie with me, my sweet demon. Stay close, if you will. I whisper sweet nothings into your ear. True love. Distance cannot seperate us, for our love can cross any border. I will peel back your hardend shell. What's this? I peer through a crack I know you: my angel.
Can we smash this glass that separates us? I don't think I could stand another moment separated, yet knowing you're there.
I will admit that I am selfish. But I fear that the glass will become us. So, I beg, please pick up your hammer. So, I can hold your hand.
Bittersweet bastard, you plague my thoughts. Interrupting sanity with delusions.
I searched through the kitchen, but I couldn't find the mirror of your knife, so I'll keep searching. You know I'll find it soon enough, and wound you like you did I.
Don't worry, my lips will numb the pain.