• celestinelefae 6w


    Visited cauldron of stygian witches 
    Brimstone's perfume
    Is that what that smell is?
    Choke on the fumed sulfurous dilemma
    Unlikely choice, I cherish
    Remaining in the balance of The Fallen
    (Am I? Have I?)
    My forgot crown, saintly shelved
    Considered win
    On my knees, fill me with sin
    Eager to receive you
    My flesh cries out to embrace and enclose
    Around you
    Will God still claim me
    After what you've been planning
    Or have I unknowingly committed
    The unforgivable
    That will condemn my soul to be shredded
    For eternity?
    Love me
    This is all I have