the human condition.
He draws no breath, yet he lives.
He has no heart to love, yet you set his soul aflame with the ghost of your touch.
He has no need for nourishment, yet the taste of your lips is his favorite delicacy.
He has no need for sleep, yet every moonlit night he chases your nightmares away.
He is burdened with immortality, yet if you wanted to tear him to pieces he would let you.
He knows betrayal like an old friend, yet he trusts you will put him back together again.
He has no claim to this world, yet he would burn it to the ground to see your soft smile.
“For you, my love, and to hell with the rest.”
art credits: @/__ixyo on twitter
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