Although we were but two ships on a moonlit sail, her power over me is an aeonian flame. I claw and scrape at the speckled grey flesh, but to no gain, for it is her memory that torments my very being.
She has a sweetness which is both timeless and tantalizing, but gnaws the very whiteness of my smile. As vermin to rotting flesh. She will never allow me to stray far from her strength for her desires are gravid.
She understands she can live beyond her safety, for many blind to her danger will pacify her time and again. She never need fear retaliation for an embattled soul hasn't the strength to pronounce sentence.
Knowing that she holds a past darker than the far end of the moon. Their love forever her's, and their empty tomb unwilling to seek a new passenger. So hence they remain a hollow vessel, broken and damaged, for all who later may seek satisfaction.
-Johnny V.
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