I have given you the morning star
a jewel in your crown
adorned with the souls of the damned.
the blood on my hands burns for you,
every atrocity, all the innocence I have stolen,
has been for you.
you know I am your lamb,
my heart only beats to feel the kiss of your blade
my dear, yours is the only skin
I would crawl under,
how can you doubt the voracity of my lies
painting by Jel Ena
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