bramble twisted around your arms
red mixed with pleasure and pain
concealed are the cuts underneath
your eyes blind to the sunlight
wrapped around your head your crown
scratching out the windows to your soul
only seeing what they wanna see
the body dressed in luxurious fabrics
covered in shimmer and glamour
not looking under the surface
your astonishing elegance
asthetic matching what they imagined
blood dripping from your fingertips
the bramble intertwined with your skin
the pain hidden behind a smile
you are their beloved royalty
yet also their own doom
their death disguised as what they most desire
your whispering voice draws them in
malleable to your wishes
they lay beneath you in the dirt.
(do with them as you please)
mark their faces with your gore
strip them from their vitality
so you may life in everlasting beauty
you wear ruin like velvet and they call it divinity
even your silence cuts deeper than their devotion
you are not their queen
you are the slow-burning altar they die on
begging for the flame













