Approach

She was a delicate soul, a Pink Floyd who resembled a haven of comfort. But I always knew she had some Black Sabbath beneath that smile. Shes a megalomaniac who’s comfortably numb. Pretending to be the victim while crushing hearts for fun. They admire the good while I fall for the evil that’s claimed to be “misunderstood”. Exchanging the halo for horns, a fully blossomed flower that never lost it’s thorns. As much as I admire her fire I try my best to extinguish my foolish desires. It’s wearisome for I to chase a soul that will do more damage than good but I love a good game of trouble. I guess I’ll never learn no matter how many times I get burned. I just love the thrill of it all, the feeling of being on top of the world all the way down to the rock bottom fall. What more can I say? Perhaps I’m the one she should stay away from...
Ha, who am I kiddin’ the reaper and I have been smitten for years. The more the merrier.