Lust comes from the heart.
Not the mind, the body or the soul.
Wherever you find lust, you will never find hope in whatever you value there.
Life is meaningless without hope.
Just like hope is meaningless without life. But lust will devour those that stand in its' way...
She seeks revenge on you. Petite legs that crawl up your spine. You shiver in desire, not aware of her venom.
She is your poison, and you are her victim. She is yours and you are mine. You might know of her betrayal, but you still hold her. You say you love her. You say you want her.
You take her, but you never finish.
She eats you alive.
Still she has left herself all alone.
...And so the spider is tangled in her web on her thrown.
11:58 p.m. - 2003-03-28
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