Judas Kiss ⋆˙ᝰ.ᐟ

1 On the rift of a fiery lake is where I sat silent hearing angelic hues in its hellish avenues In grimy mines was where I first saw you I stripped myself to the fifty shades of your haze But you were not a goldner since you rusted my heart with inky blues The angels' eyes were shut, to their sight, love is a sinful lust that aroused their disgust but your magical words tinted their interdict a venomous violet In your shade, once meant forever "It's now or never!" your lips said to train a mustang who never knew that 'now' was used only for pleasure Your arms held my depression as a hook I thought I've read you like a book A book, whose treason chapters were took Ripped by the hands I loved the most "Here's to missing your touch," and I sip the wine from a broken cup whose white color was as crude as your ghost