This time you aren't escaping. It's time for a heart transplant.
The problem with all of you is you think in isolation instead of realizing we are one community, when one of us falls, we all fall.
in my darkest hour she answered my call without resentment or guilt, without hesitation
I've known you forever, and you are only just remembering me.
Look into my eyes and deny me.
He's a contradiction and that's why he's so perfect.
I do so love the art of severing boundaries
In truth the issue is that we are so powerful what we believe becomes our reality.
He puts his arm around me, the lights dancing on his dark skin constantly skipping across to mine, planting a myriad of emotions into each pore as if preparing my heart for tilling.
Stapled to her gaze, sucked into the potency of her focus, only the trace of her blood in my mouth reassures me this is not a vision but a hallucinogenic pause from responsibility.
Lady, you have just become a wanted woman. I suggest you start running.
Why the hell do women always have to bring back up? It's not as if I'm going to molest her at the opera.
Kin is a shortened term for kinetic. Kinetic means to move. All that moves is your kin
A shade slinks over me and I'm caught off guard when he leans down, placing a blossom in my cleavage, his face shadowed and secretive.
Fear only has power when I cower under the illusion.
Inhaling, I am ignited with the first breath of freedom
Every man needs a shadow to reveal his light, to always be that close, ever present, bonded forever in astral allegiance.
The sun sets, the strange clouds glowing eerily like a full moon laced with arsenic and occult warnings. Eternity stretches out her mocking red carpet, hinting at the long lonely walk of regret I have ahead of me.
I'm a tundra with wind endlessly blowing a hollow tunnel through me.
I loathe being crimped into this deplorable position on the vampyre chessboard.
Eyes darker than a midnight lake penetrate my thoughts with their intensity, and a big hand warmly covers mine
she shakes her head, fisting hands into my t-shirt and sobbing into my neck. And all I can think about is how good this feels
Rubbing absently at my temple, I do declare this woman leaves me flabbergasted and tongue tied.
He gives me one of those twinkling stares. His eyes coalesce and fragment color, glinting specks of midnight purple and an electric blue, when the light catches them just right. Straight on they look like indelible pitch, well deep with secrets and primordial darkness.
How awful is it to be sane enough to be fully aware of the day you realize you are completely losing your grasp on reality. I'm crazy. Not just a little bit, but rubber room ready out of my mind fucked up.