devilhornhalo

She was beautiful. And twas I who loved her... I held her in these hands, Like a warm blanket, Comforting and kind. But she was a bitter poison, toxic and deadly. No antidote to her venom; I wasted away with delirious eyes. A coward they called her, And it was the truth!. But to save myself, I would have her bleed. Her heart a raw panacea; Crunched between my teeth... -Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd July 2013