A/N: I couldn't think of any lousier title...so, bear with me on this one

The howl of the evening air crawls on the surface
Until that moment, I would stay burning with bliss
Paint me with blood from your precious veins
Stain my flesh with every inch of your body and soul.

I watch my hand trace the dangerous edge of the mirror
Unknowing, uncaring, I'd smite every piece of you
And wrap you in silk, burrying your fears in my chest
Condoning the angel's call, I'll steal you from heaven.

Punishment will soon unleash its fury on my existence
Though tomorrow, I might not wake up and and live again
Even God won't understand, nor would you know--
That your lips upon my lips would be the sweetest sin.

ForgottenDiary