He can whisper silently,
lips moving, no sound.
He is the one who can, at the same time,
lay you to bed,
singing a lullaby,
and pull the trigger aimed cleverly
in order to diminish all life.
She can dance unmoving,
swirling, swirling, no effort.
She can lure you to her full lips,
imperfect body through deception, but at the same time
scare you away from the temptation,
simply through fear.
They are lovers,
the gorgeous man and the broken girl.
Lovers on a gray landscape,
lips pressed to the sensation of skin,
moving further down the valley,
far closer to sin.
Personality is given in idea that they are people.
but.. they are more than people,
they are gods.
All else is gray.
and they are in love.
