Do you really think all of your hard-earned blood contracts can overrule one soul contract?
Black-hooded robes fall to nothingness.
At Heaven’s altar, even Lucifer pays his obeisance.
You are too much into your flesh and can’t accept you can’t ice us out from our one soul.
Nostalgia.
You’re recalling those days you shot, sniped your fury against me believing you were in chock-full control.
You’re recalling those nights I sat on my bed, upward wide-legged spread, in salute to your honey-dripped lips whisper, “Come, kitty, kitty, kitty”.
Reality.
It won’t matter how tall your tower is stacked.
You fell for Lucifer’s illusion, but are you still sure you’re the black silk top hat ringmaster?
Black Cat Words 