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I was only human, and you my dear

Were so much more.

Desperate to bare my soul,

I did something I had never done before.

I laid my bloody organ before you,

Gifted at your feet you cried upon it,

Soaking my heart with acid tears you weep.

The heart that pumped inside of me,

Wasn’t mine at all.

Unworthy was I, desperate for love,

Before my Angel I fall.”

Khaos rasps out each word, a poison so potent entwined with each syllable. I quietly get up while the song morphs into a sad melody he hums, the deep vibrations wrapping around my soul. Slowly, I make my way over and slide into the booth to join him.

“Jesus! Say something next time!” He yells, his voice cutting through the melancholy.

I hold both hands up as if to surrender. “I was just admiring your song. You don’t have to stop.”

“It’s not for you to hear.” He snaps.

“Relax, would you? I don’t have my computer or mycamcorder. You’re not being filmed.” I reassure him, hoping to start today off on the right foot.

He doesn’t respond as he removes the strap of his guitar and places it next to him.

“Who’s the girl?” I ask, curiously.

He glares at me, his honey eyes filling with pools of darkness. “Don’t.”

“Come on, that’s literally the whole reason I’m here. Let me in. Tell me about your lyrics.” I coax.

“I didn’t ask you to be here.” He quips.

“Do you ever let your guard down for just one second? I’m not out for blood here.” I argue.

“If you can recite a line from just one of my songs, I’ll answer the question.” He offers.

Luckily, I did my homework. You don’t follow a band on tour and not know at least one of their songs.

“Blackened veins, rotting you

From the inside out,

You won’t make it another day.

You scream into the night, but my dear,

The night swallows you alive.

“Drowning, from your first album two years ago.” I quote.

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