Late Night Cuddling

I dreamed a serene dream

About you running to me

Running to me with your little arms

Trying to hold a whole of me

I was happy in an otherworldly moment

There standing, I envied myself

Why does a man need to be so content?

All of me with all of you

Didn’t feel genuine even in an illusion

So, come please dance with me for once

Bring half a heart and draw blood from me

Swinging, seducing me and fang my lungs

If you were to be Mircalla, it must be ordained

For once, you bring your heart and I let you use my body

Not to fuck, but to get abused, then to play the abuser

This time might as well enjoy drawing blood and carving

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The joke is on me, I was the swaying Will to your Hannibal

Before meeting you, I always thought of myself as a Wendigo Dead-walking streets,

In Midnights, smoke and sweat

Cannibalising to not feel the pain of ostracisation

How about this, Abel?

Days in and years out

Pillow talks about the man she used to sleep with

Cuddling me, telling me I could never hurt her

I was a monster for the world but not for her

Fortunately for me and unfortunately for her

We were both mistaken

I was never the one everyone imposed me to be

But for her, I have nothing but hurt

I have discovered nothing in me

But the never-ending hurt to give