DirtyDarling

upon dynamics of power exchange.

Love degrading, deeply separating
my distances of dark pride. Daring
This daggered being to a death of
Identity. Damn me. May the dawn
Draw dyed lines of words upon my
Dunes. May You, God of my dragons,
Declare me as Your dirty darling.
Where decadence decades these
Daymares of independence;
Where You define my worth, for this
Dance of ours deepens our freedom
Day and night, dusk into dust. Divine
Dreams. - We finally begin to exist.

~ jadedskylark