Take your black wings and fly free; be rid of this world, its troubles and cares; let me dry your tears and heal your festering wounds.
Let me eat you up, one piece at a time. Let us be one and the same, come, be mine.
Never was death so appealing, never was darkness so alive.
To your grave I shall go with you, and in your feelings of demise...I shall share your solitude and pain.
I need you though you need not me, yet we could have been the same had my circumstances not changed.
Kat, come back. Your black wings are beautiful in the light
Con cariño
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