Lust for Hate

A bitter piece of candy, a pleasant curse, a dark pseudo-love she didn't know she was involved in. The desire isn't for her love, it's for her lust, ya she wants to share it, she just doesn't know it. Her eyes burn the flames only I enjoy. I want to have a wild night, and then end the hate with the kiss of a blade. The fists, and the cursing, are a twisted way of showing our desires for one another. In the group of O's, shes the X, both for marking the spot and for crossing her out. When she's looking into my eyes, I'm looking into her soul. Passion

with her would be like eating a piece of chocolate with a razor blade inside, it hurts but its sweet as it layers the iron taste. She is the regret I wanted to happen, she is the one I find repulsive, but in a beautiful way. She digs into my heart, and grabs onto the blackness inside. I want her to end, but continue.

Original Creation - 7/5/2011