Return to me lost angel, falling, sinking through the air. Leaving a trail of beautiful destruction in your wake.
I can smell you.
I can hear you.
I will find you and rip your flesh.
This body is temporary, this desire is permanent.
This is permanent.
This.
Is.
Permanent.
I can smell you.
I can hear you.
I will find you and rip your flesh.
This body is temporary, this desire is permanent.
This is permanent.
This.
Is.
Permanent.