Sigh

For she loved a devil because that's what she wanted, because you damn snake said the devil! When in the turning point is that devil was me and I grew a silver fork tongue to love you. But I blinded myself in opening up to much the forbidden text speech. But what I didn't open up is with sharing my ''mask'' with you and being ''whole'' because what I chose for myself was checkmate for myself and the last thought was of you the fallen morning star but I chose the other ''side'' of me instead because I wanted you to ''notice'' my true ''colors and hues to you'' because the painter is a deadly one and so is the one that possesses high self awareness of the hue growing black because darling a white hare can also be stained black.