you know what he's done.

the slit on his palm, never healing. his own blood.

your wine, shining like stars. Mixed with his sarced blood. Yet, you drink every drop down my tounge, down your throat.

Through every vein in your mortal body. Feeling every part of him closer to your heart.

you glanced at him while you were drinking, that stupid smug smile, but so beautiful? How can he be so arrogant and yet so beautiful?

The intoxicating warmth of red and gold Containing pieces of his sins and beauty.

and his stupid delusions of immortality.