Pitch black

I want you to see, I want you to feel, I want you to touch my utmost inner self. Catch up with my mindlessness, my chaos, stand straight up in my storm of colours and don't let go of my hand reaching out. Suffer against my fears, my tears and cry, my angel, bloody tears. Accept the muddy water deep inside my veins and crush the waves I can't control. Leave your wings behind you and scream at the top of your lungs. Let me love you, let me gently scratch your cheeks, let me destroy you. I'm a thorn without a rose, I'm the cold without the snow, I'm not beautiful but poisonous. I will make you feel sick, I will bring you pain, I will slaughter the best of you. As I'm not able to love in any other way.