Venom

Because I have been bitten by an ancient cobra, that had left his scent in my blood and have marked my heart with his teeth, I walk numb in this world until he bites me again before I die. It is he the reason of my evil ways and python walk, it is he my damnation, it is he my medicine and no one else will own my soul. Because once loving like this, eternity without him is more like an immortal hell. This change of surrounding have only serve for me to crave for his sweet venom making my lips and throat dry as any African desert. It is him that owns me like this, it is him that carries the key and won´t share it with no one else. Because breathing without his flesh is useless, life has turned unbearable and empty. Here I stand, never changing and never forgetting about his existence. I truly want to bury him once and for all, but how can you kill true love when distance doesn´t help, when hating doesn´t stand a chance, when submerging in other arms don´t satisfy. This wounded Lioness will never heal, not until she´s bitten again, not until you fully own her, not until you choose her once and for all.

Waiting.

Ivy ♠!