I catch myself teetering the edge of my highest self, and the sadistic parts of me.
I crave the love and peace that I'm capable of giving and receiving...while simultaneously staying thirsty for sin.
Craving chaos and peace, Darkness teases me, as she drunkenly slips into my psyche.
Hello beautiful, old, friend. I hear you calling me- your magnetic pull becomes harder to resist.
How could I be so in love with an idea that seems nearly impossible?
Aligning each angle and star just right...
I dare not give it a real chance...
Simply because the echo is silence.
So, instead, I chose a love so easy, so pure... a path so fairytale-like.
I wait for the glass slipper to drop,
And if it does, I'll pick up my trusty leather boots to dance in the chaos of an impossible dream once again.