There's a sort of beauty in heartbreak, Hear Me Out..
The heart wants what the heart wants and it giveth what it can take
Power is seductive but so is love, chasing after it with every ounce of strength you manage to muster up, it's quite admirable but to what end?
Misery clung to her like a wretched aroma that has stained her heart, mind and soul
A beautiful ghost you are and free, to roam and haunt, love and hate, terrify and trick the mind to believe only darkness resides behind your transparent being.
A beautiful dark romantic that entraps you, feeds on you and takes you over whole.