moth in a jar

and blood on your hands.

where oceans bleed into the sky."

I am your devil with a mutilated heart, your promises were fluid poison from the start.

Blood-stained hands folded in prayer, lips praise God with the eyes of a slayer. A corpse bathing in holy water, washing away sin. Showing scars of penance on decomposing skin. The head kept low - no one will see, the soul he devoured - he stole it from me.

Blame me for cutting the string and letting it bleed out. Question if I was ever real, or just a demon in disguise - but have you ever seen a demon cry and shatter into pieces? And if I was the devil - would I have been so raw, laying so much trust in you? Blame me for switching moods, for being torn between staying and leaving for good. In this hell built from circumstances, purgatory whispered her name. Yet I never meant to make you feel unworthy or guilty. I knew you had your reasons, and you're not the villain in this story - though it isn't fair how it seems you're viewing me as one. Maybe you forgot that the string I cut left blood on both ends.

My heart has loved deeply before, and it has been shattered into pieces. But I am willing to give it away all over again — not because I'm naive, but because I can see it in the way you look at me: it's going to be worth it.

Make my whole body shiver as we merge into one. You can try, but you cannot hide the feral spark in your eyes. I know — you can not live without this.

But in this very moment, only you and me existed — and this song I had heard a thousand times before suddenly had a meaning.

Embrace my heart with your hands, for that's where it belongs, and cast a benign spell on me with your soft guitar strums.