Toxic // Souls

Writer's note : inspired by the Vamps // Sweater Weather (originally by the Neighborhood)

(I) 

December rain
Trapped
Ice cold marble floors

(2)

Saw your silhouette
Approaching slowly; steadily
Inhaling your sweet essence
"It's cold out there"
As I fell for your mysterious stares

(3)

Your hands on my hips
Your lips on my neck
Drunk, intoxicated
I can't escape 

(4)

Exploring me gently
Through the holes of your sweater
The danse macabre we performed
For the demons we adore 

(5)

"Baby, I love you"
The rain stopped
And you're gone