My Salvatore, you are like a whispered prayer in a burning cathedral; something sacred yet devastating. You are the dagger that pierces the air i breathe, the living mánifestation of the highest sin.

Even if the devil himself once caught a glimpse of your eyes, he will immediately kneel down and repent. And me? im just.. a sinner, thirsting for every drop of your blood.

And if hell is where you end up, i will follow you there without the slightest doubt. And if heaven decides to refuse, i will kneel deeper-

until my last breath is gone.

My Salvatore, you are the most incredible form i have ever seen; a flawless masterpiece that feels almost undivided. I find myself whispering to God that i not only love you-

i have deified you.

And this distance is like my altar, the place where i sharpen this longing into a weapon. I don't hate it, even with this weight on my chest. I just hate every second when i don't have an absolute claim on you.

In your dreams, i will engrave my name on your skin; a sign of ownership untouched by the whole universe and i want you to be bound by invisible chains of longing.

Even if the coldness of the map tries to separate us, my shadow will haunt your sleep;

leaving my name as the only echo in your breath.