[White hot, searing pain, and for a second he thinks it isn't real, that it's just a dream, and maybe for that brief second he can breathe easy. But then there's that Cheshire cat smile, jagged teeth and dripping lies, and Cole screams as Caim dips his head to brush a poison kiss to his bare, beating heart.
You paralyzed my body with your poisoned kiss.]
I'm flying to the m o o n
on wings made of l e a d
-I'll be the Silas Altamont to your Porphyria Levant
And together, oh, what a pair we'll make-