Netashi

Birth of lust

Battle scarred

Theta was nowhere in sight only her, she was touched and tainted but not broken for she adapted into something. She adapted into herself

• Warm nay hot not Even close this feeling is like lava

Nothing but the feeling of hurt betrayal and both of their saliva

• The sheer occurrence is taboo bestowed by the one she trusted

The scene is filled with terror and Very horrifyingly combusted

• Angel ripped away from wings and a halo but has not fallen

For every angel is a fighter and this one has started crawling

• Stumbling to regaIn balance like a newborn deer slowly learning

For she now walks around and for some reason touch she is yearning

• Twas that night that sparked it, the scrape the pinch the unloving touch

Thus marking the day and the birth of thE sin lady Lust