Unholy Love

Bloody lips on ivory skin. Flames trailing behind those freezing fingertips. Eyes like black holes and the Universe they suck you in.  You call this love? Or cataclysm? Unholy, dirty mouth and the taste of Heaven. We feel like flying as we lay together on our ripped wings and feathers. Halos tight around our throats, we live on passion and lust. Sweetheart, what we have done is the worst. Flesh and bones carved by the Gods, we're so hollow under the cracks. Words wrapped in thorns, delicious honey on our tongues. This Paradise, nothing but the fruit of our insanity. Oh darling, we fell in love with the tragedy.