A bit of uneducation.

[khanzebub]

Crusted in time.
Encased in this grimy coffin of lust and desire.
I promise love, and a life- I dance around the fire;
Give birth to the children of decay, and welcome them.
Alcohol, smoke, and sex-
These children educate me.
These constructs of mind placate me.
These children distract me from the burning of my hand.
Of my heart.
Of my mind.

Cry for me, my caged Fae.
Cry for your freedom. Your path.
Cry, and fly into my steely grasp.

Breathe out when my fingers curl.
Moan out when I bare my talons.
Release yourself, my Fae.
Release yourself unto me, and weep.

For life. For love. For overwhelming complications of heart and mind.
Release yourself, dear child, and embrace the ruin we've sewed.