“Love me,” the last words she whispered before the red candle went out. It is dark now. I stand alone within the storm, a flickering black candle trembling in my hand. A jolt of pain runs through my heart. “God, why is love so bitter?” Still, I remain here alone, waiting for you— forever. "Aman...Read more

To Love It is broken now By a thousand cuts, Yet it still pulses With hope. To Lust Its glory is shallow, Made only to be cursed. Sweat everywhere, The smell of sin Stitched into The red air. To Love I am still alive, Somewhere Within you. Forever.