segunda-feira, agosto 22, 2011


It doesn`t matter how it works. It`s only when I fight against his hands smothering me, that I see the sincere passion of an animal tearing down my flesh deep his black eyes. On his lips sliding trough my skin I feel the inner adore of a demon tied in his own mind, where every word is shallow and useless. 'Cause as his own god, I`m nothing but the source of joy and welfare he kidnaped from the real world, the living offer, the pet he fosters by all means to keep it from running away. I doesn't matter how it works. He's addicted to his power over me and I'm stuck on his condition.

That`s our love story.


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