I don't want to be, your dirty little secret or your shadow friend. I just want to be a black suited fiend, leaving behind my blackened footprints, marking your soul.
My beauty is deep,
lacking depth,
and avoid of color.
But yet I am a breath of fresh air
to your dying lungs.
My lace chokes,
and wraps around your throat
kissing your soul
with my black lips
I leave you to take your last breath alone.
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