( nxmphe ; ; )
❝ but i’d rather hear you say it. ❞
should she mirror you ? this nymphet has brought kingdoms to crumble, & yet she feels ( n o t h i n g ) ; but only when her mind is in a shroud of sanguine & flesh fills her belly to appease her hunger ——— beneath thin crimson skin she is softness & she is kind, a woman fit for K I N G : to see her weak you put crawl & settle behind her cage of ivory, CLAW at her heart & make it yours.
an entity you may be but you manage to switch her stability ; frompredatoryinnocence she becomes the P R E Y ——— & while you are weakened by her, you give her the power to strike you d o w n with littleCLAWS. your fear is equally shared, would you think she would rule a l o n e ? ( you are A B O V E her ) & for once she does not bite to kill ; she bites with a kitten like snarl, a paw lifted to P L A Y. you hold her contradiction & there is the chain to t a m e ; ; she will smile then rest a downy limb against you, head lolling in an almost woeful bliss.
you will bare witness to a honey - limbed, sparkling nymph ; give her life & she will dance just to please ——- ( H O L D H E R ) & she will never stray away.
❝ With Y O U ? always ; do you want to see something magical ? say yes. ❞
" immortality must never be forgotten, darling. "
no longer did VENOM manifest his words, a certain ( softness ) lingered through each syllable. an foreign sense stung onto his lips upon mention ; ; & though enigmatically, you brought out the innocence in what has long been JADED--- a heart that almost felt c h i l d i s h. instead of stone.
& he, was more MONSTER
than he was MAN
seeking solace in carnage,
the only warmth that remains
to pan throughout him was ( fire ) ;
consider this HIS fault :
the travesty he's made from,
no one ever asked him otherwise.
perchance there's a bit of time,
before his inevitable self destruction,
HE REMINDS YOU :
there is nothing left to prevent this.
so the LAMB turned into the LION, all for the sake of the nymph ; ; he's made the m i s t a k e of growing fond of. this crown, is growing too heavy for his weakening shoulders to carry ; it's much too rusted to salvage past the flames.
his hands find their way to your waist, resting so softly upon them, almost fearful to crack his own facade ; ; he has yet to bring down his barriers. as if the beast inside him won't break free regardless of the precautions. ( promise you won't leave him. ) " f i n e . "
