Fate and irony...
Such a cruel fate, to bring me to you, the rock for you to lean and gaze upon as if I have anything left within me for you to take. A magnet for the tormented and oh so beautiful to gravitate towards.
Curl up at my breast dear sweet one; I'll wipe the years, the bloodied sweat from your brow and drink that of tortures past. Soothing lullaby to comfort us both as we drift below the gaping maw that beckons us so.
Curl up at my breast dear sweet one; I'll wipe the years, the bloodied sweat from your brow and drink that of tortures past. Soothing lullaby to comfort us both as we drift below the gaping maw that beckons us so.