she's gonna leave you breathless, her fingers ghosting over your heart while you're still trying to catch onto that light falling from her lips with each word she molds her lips around. she's gonna leave you panting, writhering on the floor and begging for mercy, bitting into your heart to keep her from taking it. you'll realise it's all too late. you're already worshipping her.

the poor madman has lost his hat, his heart and his sight, and in love he fell with heartbreak on two legs. oh, but how tragic the story is, the broken and the ruthless, the profane and the believer. he never saw it coming; neither did you.