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ode to mello
you cunning, mischievous, blonde haired beauty. you cross dangling on the gun, sweet toothed renegade.
rosary around your pretty neck, never underestimate revenge as a motive.
consumed by jealousy, always the second place, the old world’s runner-up.
you think of how many times you’ve one upped the enemy, how you act faster and think less
but that’s what makes you explosive.
using feelings as the greatest weapon, your lover in one hand and a gun in the other.
while your name is like a prayer on his lips, begging for you to come home.
but you’ve never felt fear until the realization that you were the reason for his mortality,
you’ve never felt guilt until you felt the vacant space beside you.
you haven’t felt peace even as a sacrificial lamb, no. you closed your eyes and took your last breath,
never being satisfied with yourself. the ultimate offering, exceptional capabilities and while the white haired boy closed in on god,
you were venus in the sky. desiring all the pleasures in life, vicious yet abundant of love previously unseen and you were the reason why god became human.