If you ask me to, I'll beg for you, stripped of pride; divested of myself, I will don the garment of desire and wear the mask - of sin and be the fantasy - the mother, the sister, the friend, the lover, the ideal and the temptation. I will watch you fall into me, over and over, every time holding you tighter, closer, to save you from myself, from yourself, only to have you come to me, again and again. Endlessly, for you are my punishment for old transgressions, for past lives wasted, for hearts torn and dreams forsaken; your wounds on me are my atonement and you are thorough, my precious.

I am the dark within you, in your eyes in swirls of black, on your lips in kisses of venom; I'm your thoughts of fire, the rush of blood through your veins, the pounding of your heart in hurried beat. Don't send me away, lover, for you will fall apart. Pray that I don't leave.