@ladyonpuhiganbana
♪ — 'oh lord beelzebub, please explain why i am having thought about consuming my loved ones.' ...perhaps the wrong sin to ask-
Buzzing seeded in the summer breeze, mamy may beetles and flies singing in the smoldering humidity.
The lone girl's question sticky like sap,
seeping bugs' blood smeared upon the wind with a scent of sugary saccharine.
— One that only grew sickly sweeter in the presence of Beelzebub's jaws. Not that the girl could know, nor see, the teeth barred at her from every tree and every hungry bug.
.
"O' love, to consume it is a history foretold in any good story;
The witch devours her beloved children,
The man eats his lover to stay forever,
The maws of time devouring all." Melodic and sweet, the leering, looming feeling of breath tickled the back of the girl's neck...
