15 September 2015

The indigo child with ebony skin. Everyday she is reminded that she is imperfection.

"Wake-up child and reoent for your existence." I pray for myself and I pray for my people.

My eyes were never closed to the stresses of this world.

And I desire naught, but my infatuation is only towards love.

Where there is cold blood, you are present. The faint smell of perfume.

Your inclination towards lust pains me. Open your eyes, look at me.

Never mind close them, your dark irises will only scare the children and attract madness.

Psycotic aversions that you try to hide. Blind murder. You are the damed one.

I fell in love. The devil's advocated disguised as Cupid. The prince of deception.

You were blinded by impurity and malice... I was unshamefully dressed in admiration.

We share the same uncertainty. I know that there is a fire that burns beneath your soul.

 I know that your heart will beat soon. Mine will stop akin.

That was when the lion fell in love with the lamb. Corruption can not be bartered.

The indigo child with ebony skin is dead.