the tides ripple in and out, endlessly across time. What you’re looking for shall never wash upon shore. It is lost to sea

You told me to feast upon god as a child but turned in horror when I gained an appetite for power

He is in my rotten skin, like a bug; burrowing until he and my flesh are one. It is disgusting. It is his nature. It is romance.

Am I truly not the one you’ve been looking for, or have you simply been blinded by the morning sun you cherish so dearly?

I am the moon. And, when the sun sets, I am there. Without fail, every night. The sun can exist without me, but I will never exist without the sun. I am many. And he is one.

Father, father, I am sorry For being human For growing old, growing ill That which you cannot You pity me, (envy me) I am sorry I will rot

And if you asked me to worship you, I would. My savior, my song. I would be honored to have my hands grace your porcelain skin, to lick the ichor from your wounds, to feel the warmth of your breath on my lips. Just say the word

And if the memories of us together have frayed at the far edge of your mind, I would not blame you. I would still love you just as much as the day we parted.

I pray we do not find each other in the next life I will not be so forgiving in that one

I will not. Cannot. Be alone. If you die, you must come back. If I die, you must come with me.

And when our mission is over, I find myself freezing up. Why is it, after all this…that I still care for you? If it serves nothing to keep you safe, why do I still need to? Why do I feel the need to protect you? And why…why are you still thankful?

How am I to help this garden flourish when you’ve only left me with weeds…?

Why Why do you still regard me with a smile when you face me as an enemy? And why Why Can I not forgive you?

Oh dear sweet lover, I am sorry we parted too soon And I am sorry you had to face such anguish without me But return to my arms now and find peace once more Find yourself again, with love

And I must hold back, I must refrain I must know my place But if there is a merciless god out there somewhere Please When the world ends Let me hold her hand That is all I could ever ask for

You have become the very monster you swore to protect yourself against. You let their love intoxicate you, mold you into this… And after you’ve sunk to your lowest point, who will love you enough to take your place?

Maestro of the Morgue, will you not play me one final melody as I lay myself to a rest long awaited? I would prefer nothing else but your sweetest of symphonies, under this final moon

I do not know you, but I want to know your embrace. I want to feel the warmth of your skin as I crumble against you in secret. I do not need to know you, but I do need you. We do not need to tell each other a thing.