Fallen

The black wings on my back have grown frail the moment I met you.

You,

with your gentle touch caressing me

and the tips of your fingers wracking my nerves.

Your kiss,

overflowed with hell burning passion,

as sweet as the apple of Eden,

and at the same time causing havoc in between.

Your body,

covered with a palatial white gown.

Yet your naked soul is daunting me,

drives me into a fantasy of your sultry soma.

How mad can I be, drowning into my own delusion of you making me sin.

Please return my sanity.

Mephisto has fallen for Aphrodite.

But I would still choose to worship you if God gave me another opportunity,

maybe.

My hand reaches for you,

and the other one is holding the due.

I know it will end pretty soon,

but darling if you ask me, I would swore by the moon

for you. 

With another breath just let me say it,

I have completely lost my grit.

In front of you, I'm on my knees.

So sanctify me, with your holiness.

Until one day the world comes to a finale, 

and everything becomes a pathetic fallacy.

Author's Note

sorry if it's bad