I’m a ghost.
Vanished from unsafe world.
One I have caused because it had taught me.
One I revoke so I could be free.
While they blindly walk across darkness
Wearing the same shoulders, hipbones, and cock sizes
whispers I want, he wants and chalked wishes.
Why are you looking for the non existent?
While an army of wolves cloak in desires.
The black lady caved me in some corner of unknown
I’m the same creep hiding from control.
No one won but she who had stolen my innocence
He who is rare dares not to touch but look
He who knew the dangers of my cold grim heart
torched by strong arms, feathered by lightness
Yes. The sight of you makes me cry.
He who’s skin I cannot indulge.
He who’s heart I cannot crush.
For the battle is between among who needs the grace of war.
An angel has no place on earth.
The Real Pursuit Of The Black Widow 
Author Alexander Kennedy
/ June 11, 2013“He who knew the dangers of my cold grim heart.” I love this line, remarkable. 🙂
Alex and Stephen.
therealblackwidow
/ June 12, 2013Thank you. I meant that part. 🙂