Awaiting for him to come
Looking for his long jet black hair
The scars on his face, crisscrossing his left eye
The paleness of his skin in the moonlight

I hear him gliding towards me.
Can see the shadow of his large black wings
As they open to engulf me in his arms
The wings of cold love

I can feel the bones from your body against mine
I can smell the fresh dirt on your body, like some sort of cologne
The madness of it all
The preparations are done

We fly away to where we can be one
Where we can decay forever
In the moistness of the Earth
Falling with you wrapped around my body

Falling for Thanatos.

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2 Responses to “Thanatos”

  1. Love thanatos! šŸ˜‰

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