Guide to Paradise

October 28, 2015

At that very moment I wanted nothing else,

I just wanted all of him to myself.

Selfish and relentless, I had to have him.

He was the empty canvas my blood stained lips

would taint with cruel kisses.

With closed eyes I followed him,

knowing very well--he would lead me to paradise.

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