The morning leaves were prancing when affection knocked at my door — ceasing the deafening peace that for long i tried to ignore. the sight of it made my heart giddy, it erratically throbbed within my chest and banged on the walls of my ribcage — longing to break free from my flesh. i opened the door, offered it a seat, and served it a cup of coffee; 'twas ages since the last time it visited me.
i stared as it traced its fingers along the rim of its cup — looking so familiar yet so foreign. seeing it again in front of me, i have decided, i will not let it flee. i want it to dwell within my bones and stitch its entirety into my own. suddenly, i am in eden, sinking my teeth in the fruit the heavens forbade to eat. eden became gethsemane and my lips met the lord’s tender cheeks. i would betray god to satiate this gluttony of desire; hell, i would even set his own creation on fire.
the clock's ticking hands forced me back to reality. i'm still sitting across from it whilst it emptied out its coffee. perhaps, the thought of it slipping through the gaps of my fingers painted a mauve fear in my mind that would forever linger. greed consumed the last bit of my rationality — plunging me deep into the revolting mire of insanity.
may my bones ache and wither away, and permeate along the october's air. for i am lucifer, who yearned for something i do not own; a sinner who dared desire for more than i should earn. i am icarus, who defied his limits and soared high — the sun burning and melting the wings he used to fly. i will never be content, never be satisfied.
