| Blackened Dove |
| The sensation of your raw, flame scorched Heart, Pressing down on Mine. Suffocating it. The pleasurable taste of Blood. It was written in the stars, in the Book, that I should help you escape your Misery. Your private Hell, But you pulled me in. The Flames felt good on my Virgin Soul. Different. I should have been strong, had the power to resist you. It was too hard. Throwing a Blackened Dove, to the pits of Hell. That was my Dove. You broke Her wings, and I hated you for it. But the Blood was so sweet, for only an instant. Long enough to come back for more. I placed my Heart, willingly on the Damned Alter. Condemned to my Guilt. An eternity of Guilt. My Dove, my Blackened Dove, will never fly again. MBDoolittle |
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