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i slide through the wasteland that's my world
my hunger takes your life (preyed on to keep me alive
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"Junna-chan...can I sleep with you tonight?"
how many times have I asked you this question? how many more times have you shown me those delightful eyes- surprise, turning into protectiveness, and then you grace me with your smile, precious above all else.
"Of course. Bad dreams again?"
"Mhm."
you have never stopped feeling fragile in my arms. a warmth so easily taken, igniting the cold blood that runs through my veins. maybe, just maybe, purging the poison that courses through me, rising to permeate my fangs. a light so intense, yet so soft...so easily snuffed out. so gentle.
"Hm? You're crying...Nana-chan, it's alright, I'm here."
it spills out, staining your clothing with venom. my coil tightens and you continue to be helpless. your eyes full of love, your arms hold me so gentle, even as i bury my fangs inside your soul so lively. even as i devour your brilliance.
"I'm sorry. I'm such a baby, aren't I..."
so effortlessly does the venom paralyze you.
bitten,
trapped,
and all mine.
so close as i invade the sanctity of your covers, led by none other than yourself.
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that's right.
and i try to shed my skin tonight
but my fangs are hard to hide
do you know that you're going to die?
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"I'm not going anywhere."
you chuckle, running your fingers through my hair. why are you so willing to part with your life for mine, to sate the bottomless hunger that lies in the pit of my stomach?
i'm sorry. i can't control myself, nor these decisions made for me.
"You can stop crushing me now..."
but i'm not full.
"O-Okay."
and yet, your innocence, the awareness of your tone, the sincerity of your words, the familiarity you greet this ugly viper with, it all serves to weaken my hold. every time i slip and think you a fool, you prove me wrong with your brand of cunning. or perhaps the fool was myself, all along.
so predictable, and yet, so nebulous. you belong to me, and yet, i can never truly grip you in a way that matters.
you could leave at any time. time and time again, you chose to be my prey, to offer yourself to my envenomed maw, waiting and needy.
crystal clear waves crash into and erode the walls of my mind, carrying with them the delightfully devastating sound of your stifled laughter.
"Stress getting to you, huh...Really, I'm always saying this- you need to take better care of yourself! I can't be there for you all the time, you know."
but you stayed inside.
"Don't say that..."
"You're one of the strongest people I know, Nana. But that goes for your stubbornness too."
for a moment, you tear your gaze away from me, casting it towards your future.
a future that i can only dream has a place for me in it. a place for a viper starved.
it hurts. more than any act of resistance ever could. your trust, my downfall.
"I believe in you. You were blinded for so long, but you'll find your guiding light again soon enough."
you won't make me right.
"At least, that's what I think, haha."
you can't.
"...But, I also know you well enough to know that you're gonna need a liiitle bit of help getting there. Mm...Maybe more than just a little, but you'll get there. I just hope I can do enough, you know?"
you won't. but what's one lie to the hundreds i've told.
"Maybe..."
i shut my eyes, crawling further into your carcass. you died, i killed you, and yet you lie here in front of me. a comforting specter, unreal yet so very tangible.
i desperately cling onto you. a dead girl walking. the job i couldn't finish.
i don't regret keeping you alive.
"Maybe." i couldn't ever kill you to begin with.
"Good night, you crybaby."
the poison rises out and into the night, losing itself in the warmth of stars.
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lost the final fight (no love will be shown)