phiber-Matija

Her hair surrounds me like a dark forest. In the clearing, There is her love That shines on me. Mirror me your love which nothing can surpass not even dark red blood on the glass. There is love in my head Alive, survived, And emotions, all but dead. I'm still your Hound, to you I'm happily bound.

She comes from dimensions unknown, She's a Mage in disguise, much to my surprise. I'm obsessed, sniffed her out, I'm her hound, but I'm still bound. I manipulate her fantasies, with a move of my hand her passionate obsessions, manipulate my mind. Her innocent eyes adored me, a strange toy, in a Devilish toybox.

No chance of redemption or divine intervention She just wanted to be loved but felt empty inside. Is it too late, to overcome her fate? He is an intoxicating sight Her eyes follow his move. She wants to rave and seek her prey. Her enveloping hair, chokes the life out of him. Hundreds of tears, hang from her hair. They fall to the ground, and turn black. She is the Despair.

How can I show you that you are beautiful when your eyes sees only the flaws in the diamonds I offer? How can I tell you that you could be everything, when your mind tries to turn me away? How can I show you that I adore your thoughts, and watch your lips as you laugh, and say the words? I'd wrap myself in your noise, cover myself with your laugh, steal the kiss from a dragonfly with midnight wings.