Fallen Angel

Just to look at her is astounding, she gives me eternal shivers down my spine that shift down and give me cold feet, me standing frostbitten i can't help but be lost and bitten while the cost of living is being sucked out of me, millions drained to her mouth from my veins, i couldn't help my blood from being rained out 'until it flooded, me warm-blooded which keeps her with this burning desire to acquire more with her eyes filled with a fire that admired more, a drink is what she pierced my attire for i call her a demon in a dress but she calls me the one who lusts best, with my heart on her beauty and my brain on her chest, like a brain in her heart, i knew her by heart, I love her until death so to death until us part, we almost there because when i end is when we start, living lifeless long-lived lives after life, my wife, consisting of characteristics many would die for and many have died from, my number one had to come toward and show me the means of my darkened wings Her darkened presence presented this promising essence ever since I peered into her dark eyes without sense, knowing that her sixth sense was to induce lust from a glorious appearance, appearing different as it appears, I fear for my peer's fears as their tears will act as their own wake while they can't awake at their own wake, and take what Death has, while their epitaphs laugh last, and we have the last laughter as we live dreadfully ever after!