you run your nails down the back of a devil
his soul blackened with the idea of destroying your body
making you sweat and come to the end of the world
where you will lie broken and soulless
having touched the heat of hell and the softness of the heavens
in the mouth of a daemon
the body of a god
and the cold black soul
of lucifer himself
label this love and charge me whatever it costs
i have money and heart that i can pay you with
one is never broke if they are simply
purely and openly
broken
such a child in a wolfs skin
such a wolf in the heart of man
but the child is scared
and the wolf
but a wolf
is wanting such heart of a child
the lightening rattles the bones of the sleeping city
and the city replies with sleep
the heart is so completely and perfectly empty
emotions flow through it like wind in the trees
as the sun and shadows dance on the mountain
the heart is so quiet
left just to beat
and push blood to the hands
that are so free to touch
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