Brotherhood, Act III.
Beautiful archangel.
Newlywed love set in hell burns the regretful mistress with passion.
Gentle movements, swaying kisses Thy emotions glisten alongside you.
Why don’t I belong? Do not drag along an unblessed creature, an object of the moral realm rocking on your skin.
Bite blood, suck iron, Swallow your energy. Heals my wounds I become your servant, as the vicious taste caresses the mind of ours.
Interwoven blissful smiles cradle the wrecked love, our creation. Gently slowing as what we have succumbed to falls deep.
Belong lies in the past, Avert is the present tense of our connection.
Goodbye my 13th fallen brother,
it was never meant to be.
11/4/22
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