I would trade death for your touch, your sanctimonious embrace.
The warmth you emit...
I’m tormented like a fly to a flame,
The cravings for the delicate, lips silk; like a Persian delicacy.
Waiting for you to pull me from my crypt, drag thy from the shadows
Enveloped with smoke corrupted and betrayed by my sight,
My eyes meet yours.
My flame re-kindled by hope: by false pretence
Longing for your affection, for your hand to find mine.
Afflicted day by day i fall deeper into this illness my indulgence,
Obsession to complete me.
Realisms I would die a thousand times for
But this is battle and it takes no prisoners: i fail; be seated the loosing side
But in your words I seek solace my secret garden untainted by sorrow.
I submit my self to you
My Princess of Darkness.