satan - lost kitten, metric

don't say yes if you can't say no / victim of the system, say it isn't so / squatted on the doorstep, swollen on the blow / leaving without you, can't say no: you'd always wonder if he knew the sort of power he holds within himself and upon others. the very circumstances of his being coming to fruition is one of complete rage. he knew nothing but a burning wrath that had warped his view for so long, it had curled its tendrils far deep into his veins, to the point you were unsure if he was being consumed, or if he knew exactly what he was doing. it always seemed to be the latter- the way he always seemed so cold, so calculative, like every move was a coordinated act- you saw it in the ways he smiles, and frowns, the way his eyebrows crease while reading a passage, how his lips curve during the climax, his hands as they close the book- he controls the narrative, always and always.

you find yourself knocking upon his door late at night, not ever to his surprise.

when you lie, i'll cover it up / when you hide, i'll cover it up / when you cry, i'll cover it up / when you come undone, i'll cover it up: the truth had come out that you were celestial, with light running through your veins, and when he had met your eyes in the living room that day, you knew he felt he'd lost you. his brothers- they knew you, they tasted you when their wings were platinum, their hair coiffed as they bore celestial garments, with halos glittering upon their head. he never had that, he didn't know what made you so golden, having a past only made up of hell and fury. and with that newfound holiness, you become unattainable- not a lover to kiss, but a god to kneel to, to die for.

you've got my eyes, you've got my eyes / you'll never be mine, ah, but you've got my eyes: hands clasped together, yours upon his shoulder, his guiding your waist, you dance solemnly with his eyes avoiding your own. you know he's in love with you. you try to take his face in your palm but he flinches. and you know why he pulls away. your touch burns, and he's too smart to be drawn in like a moth to a flame.