Your shirt on a seductive fine leather. The morning chords amid far too sweet whispers. Sinful thoughts and smiles that tempt you to fall into temptation. When did sin ever knock on your door looking undesirable?
2 sweet drops making room behind my ear, a red layer that would caress my lips, pearls in which I still embedded tears, smiles that hide pieces lack of soul, masks that do not betray my blackened wings because of souls murdered in time.
The same black dress, the same fine tights, the same dizzyingly high heels and you looking at me in the distance. The same crazy impulse to assassinate your soul in the middle of the street. The same crazy urge to see your blood pulsing dizzyingly under your veins. The same crazy impulse to stop your heart from breathing. Look at me, begging for a night, a day or more. Look at me and realize that I will never belong to you.
It was going to be a conspiracy. I would grind your soul day after day, tattoo my name under your skin, leave wounds on your soul, and drink a glass of wine in honor of the murder of an innocent soul. I am already guilty of many, you will be soon. You will look at me, you will know all the constellations of my body, you will memorize my most hidden desires to take them with you, where nothing will matter anymore.
At night it hides my wings. The illusion of being an angel will fall apart at the first sunrise.
