walk away.

You are wrong, i do not need your pity or gentle gloves as you bid good bye, I do not need the echo of your steps as the distance grows, I do not need your empty words, or hesitations. Take flight to your lonesome broken bird and fix upon her wings, may passions grow and her soul define your own in all that is true within you. Do not place your gentle gloves upon my essence. Walk. Do not turn and utter broken promises as you silence me. Walk. Do not think for a moment I need your pity or non exclusive words. Give to her your final breath and all that lays within. You know not what love is, only the act, go bid your princess as she bows at your feet, let her devotion become the beating of your heart as your soul dies a slow and torturous death. Waste upon me no more your declarations of ever after in pure soul devotion, there, in front of you in her pitiful screams for attention lays your soul mate, your twin flame, she is your hearts devotion, the beating of your essence. She is the passion that flows through you, oh Alpha, lay to rest the seed of sin that lays within. Let desire leave your soul as you become at one with the calmness of existence. Pity me not, walk away, do not treat me with gentle gloves, I am born of fire I do not need your pity.