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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