It's time I realised
I own you body and soul
Right down to the marrow of your bones
You are an instrument of my desire
And you know what I desire...

I should be
Striding through chaos
To confront
A face like a bad angel's
Eyes like the night sky in Hell

All demons have red hair
We'd never work on paper
We'd tear the fairtale apart
In a world of tiny destructions
We thrive

I am
Eris in a dark cloak
Waiting for Eros
Or the wolves of Nyx
For chaos

For my end

For you

The End

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