Diabolique's Gift

One night finally resting in the tattooed arms of my love,

Enveloped in his warmth and fire,

I could never believe him to be a liar,

He was the burning phoenix to my cool dove.

Our mangled hearts chugged as one

As I let him into the part of me,

That was under lock and key,

I finally had everything under the sun.

I was trapped in the muddy quicksand of his brown eyes.

Fingers caressed face and skin,

Not realizing how deep I was in,

Nor how we were just creating lies.

Loving him with every fibre of my being,

Beautiful lips fusing with mine,

Making me void of breath and time,

Still there was something there I wasn't seeing.

I felt his loving fingers wrap around my neck.

I heard blood pumping in my ear.

Strangely, I felt no fear

As he whispered "I love you" and gave my cheek a peck.

Lights fading as the room swam out of view

Hearts chugging out of sync

The cut off of air made it hard to think

Eyes rolling back yet my head and heart knew.

There is nothing more that I could ever want

My only reason for living

Is one that is so giving

Giving me a gift I could flaunt.

I thought he loved me and he played me like a fool

Yet I knew Phoenix's love would kill Diabolique

Seen as a murder but not a love unique

Was actually one of his many ways to use love as a tool.