Stitch by stitch
Jan 16, 2021
She is like a mysterious song,
Ravishing but makes sure to distract
From holy hell,
Stitch by stitch
From heaven’s hallway.
Every moment she sinks you
Into blood’s bath
And you can’t deny no way.
When every last bit of the light
Storming you inside,
You enjoy every bite.
She is like a glass of Malbec
Satin is nothing to her
But the more you look,
As if heaven falls from her tears,
You swallow the pain.
There all you see
As of fire and rubies.
And when she dresses
like a whore,
you must remember
There is a leviathan
You made her,
You kept making
Stitch by stitch!
