My Soulless Soul( bronte' kodak)

by by moya
(jamaica)

mist,grey but he is pale white.
hair like the night,eyes of ocean blue.
a heartless soul,(some might say)flooding my heart.needing so much,yet asking nothing of me.enchanting,i offer my soul,to him, the taste of my blood,but he has already seen eternity it's better sweet,for me he wishes only sweet.

he is cold but the warmest,he is frail but the strongest. his devilish smile on his lips,and the look of an angel in his eyes,he is patient,kind,gentle.sweet would be his kiss of eternal damnation.but for me he chooses life he is my soulless soul.
makes you wonder...
do you need a soul?