Rain pours from the sky ; angel tears kissing upon the ground you tread , unholy beast. seduction drips from your wide innocent gaze of bitter chocolate and wild honey ; unorthodox wiles pegging you the villain before you so much as offer a damning smile. How your ranks would howl to see you, oh fallen star , so divinely beautiful even as you claim another soul . A crossroads demon and yet the comforting aroma of cinnamon and vanilla clings to your soft marble complexion like armor .
- Itami Horā BY , * moon ! ( @DeadInc )
- JoinedSeptember 12, 2020