Though your talons
lovingly hug me tight
it feels more like
a frozen bite;
one into my veins
feeling cold and numb
while my blood freezes
to become
no different than
your evil self,
full of darkness
and free of health.
No one sees what
I see in you,
just a monster
made from witch's brew,
who, starting with me,
is spreading corruption
in an eventual attempt
to bring our world to destruction.
And coincidentally,
those rumors are true,
but stranger is that
I don't think it's an issue,
because while you consume me
with your corruption,
there's something pleasant to me
about my destruction.
Maybe it's because,
even with this curse,
it doesn't make a thing
in life any worse.
I hug you back tight
with my new fangs growing
doing the only thing
I ever want; showing
how much I care
for everything you are and do
because all I want to do in life
is corrupt the world with you.
