I'm a slave for your love.

Something in your eyes tells me that you’re mine. Am I losing my mind? There's a fire between us, and I start to believe that I’m an arsonist and you’re my end. We are what we need, maybe not forever, but for right here and right now. Can you please consume me?

You look at me like I’m some god, like I’m worth praying to and I can’t help but like it. You know for a fact that if you get on your knees and beg me for something, I’ll cave. You use it as a weapon and I’m a masochist.

I’d rather be burnt alive than leave you alone, you’re wrapped in my arms and I can help but listen to you breathe. Am I going crazy? Or am I falling in love?

There’s a sea of blood between us. So tell me, are you ready to skinny dip in my horrors?

“You’re a terrible, terrible; beautiful thing”

Maybe we’re as dirty as they come, maybe we’re as bloody as each other, maybe we should get to our bed because I’m tired of just saying that I want to fuck you.

There’s something about that slow drip from your thighs to my bed that tells me that you need this as much as I do.

That sick feeling where I know I’d kill for you, but the thought of you looking at me in a different light terrifies me.

My flesh is on fire. Yours is cold. Come put the blades of your boots to my skin and tell me how much you want me gone. All while I fall deeper into your eyes, drowning as I melt the ice away from your heart.

Your flesh is a cage and your words are the only escape in sight.

This may be the end. But god I wish it’d be different. Maybe in a different life, a different world. Maybe

You’re walking, faster and faster. Did you finally notice me in your shadows? Did you finally realise what type of monster I was? It’s a shame that you learned so late. Cause you won’t be able to run now. We both know that, but here you are, trying anyways. I already knew you were a thrill, but fuck, you make this better everyday

There’s something holy in your glaze. It’s like your eyes alone can clean the sins off my hands.

The only god I believe in is the one that makes you mine.

You’re going to be buried in my coffin with me. Whether you want to or not.

I want to hear you whisper my name into the crooks of my neck. I want to feel your body press up to mine cause no amount of proximity is enough. I want you

I want love so crazy, that I’d have to spend an eternity in hell for it.