Gothic Lovers...

...how can something so wrong be so deliciously perfect?

It's so awful, so wrong it drives me insane. It makes me crave for more. I can't live without it. It's my drug, my poison.

And everytime I remind myself that I should feel bad about it, this vicious grin takes over my face and I can feel the taste of my poison. It get's me addicted all over again. Maybe Im just a bad little girl, after all.

This thrill rushes into my body and I feel possessed. I feel that I can no longer control my body, we belong to each other now.

Our bodies cannot deny each other's anymore.

We became a one-winged black angel