His voice & His End

His voice echoes my heart and I can still catch that familiar scent of champagne, black bloodshed roses blooming on hallows eve ,and decay 

I knew he was no man but a beast with charming ,crusading,and basilisk betrothed bewitching eyes

From the first time I tasted his potent potions of calculated death I was in too deep and his breath that of a clever dragon 

He would lead me into that moon bathed intwining ,two souls dining on one another,always giving chase

Because the touch of his fingers could catch my smile and I no longer minded that bittersweet f*****g pain that went on for miles 

He was the sweetest hell I ever knew and though he would take it all,I would endure it all again for just another taste of teased misery 

That storm he was could never be outrun,forgotten,or undone and wanting him was a sensation in which closely resembled always clutching a loaded gun

He made a demon out of me and taught me just how good it could feel,I was addicted to his tornado of torment 

But I always knew he would pull that trigger on me one cold rainy evening over wine and withering lies

And with that lesson I would become a strong warrior queen

But I still love to reminisce on that fatal first kiss