Inhuman.

Fill up my voids with your love and let me drink your all to live forever for you're my youth, my shine and lust and to take on the deserts where lives my body, I will do as I must. Your pious heart would bear me eternity of love. That, to the stone that even mosses swear to ignore and the deserts that mourn for the timeless sore. Each day passed in the perpetual disdain, waiting for another prey to feed on and you, my present reverie, you came by and offered me your heart. How heartless of me to scavenge for every single drop of blood even after tearing apart your heart and burning your body till the the black adorned the beige sands. There, you met me by the blooming Arizona Lupine, still flowering in this lost world. You, misled by the beauty of my face, plagued by the innocence that has long died by the seas that washed the same sand where I stand, severed and resuscitated the ever dead heart, at the same time. You left and you lived. You died and I sucked your life to live my own. I still stand by the boulder where we made love, alone, and see the sun setting, probably taking away my messages to you. Turned a feral, I live a human and though at night, when its cold I swear, I ride kilometers to kill, hoping I may find you again somewhere, by another desert bloom, again to see right through your eyes, your thoughts flaring like fireflies, only this time I don't wish to live. This time, I would not take your heart and this time, I would let you keep my stone and wear it around your neck to remember, it is not easy to give birth to love in a rock that had lived through ages, like a barren land, no better.

01:32 AM, July 30th'17.