i had her signature on me
mie ruptured skin, the coarse paper
d crimson ink being mie blood...
she was no devil within
perhaps, was just a carnivore of the night
or, may be the might of a dark harlequin passion
spelled a cannibalistic witch in her
the scent she wore was painfully ecstatic,
her cascade reeked an enchanting cold hint...
but still,
she managed to burn me every single moment
release a stubborn phoenix in me --
again and again just to get reborn
though everytime with a weakening vigour...
that night the stars saw her be mie Chaos
the meteors feared she be mie Ilithyia...
what lasted a moment long
demanded to get greeted as ages...
with an unnecessary but everlasting false notion
of me being stronger to the beldame,
or should i say mie temptress pacifier,
slumber kissed goodbye as i rested
not inside her arms but inside her...
mie dreams told me that night
i won, i could make her cry,
i could make her shiver with pain...
but only to taste a willingly sweet defeat
losing all mieself forever from me
just to promise mie sorceress an infinite slavery...
