I miss the sound of siren
So sweet and alluring.
I miss the drumming Hurricane.
So fierce and destructive.
I long for the iron claws of griffin.
Hard as diamond and deadly as Gore.
And i thirst for the juicy milk from the river of death.
So soul quenching and agonizing pain.
I'd take on all these things
Rather than miss you.
Cuz you ate my heart, dipped in my blood and chewed my bone
And wiped your bloody lips with my soul.
Forgiveness is far for you, my love.
It is gone along with winter mist.
Murasaki Hikari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-mist-part-2/
