Blood is my Bane

I can never doubt a heart over and again broken by stone. Senseless years to waste in keeping passion young. Denial...to a warm body you’re over obsessed.

Careful attention, distance, and criticism...glittering for the stinging in your eye. When the tears have already dissolved.

I open those eyes, a shore I’ve formed and a beach I’m burned. The images I feel while I slumber beside a roaring fire, there a kaleidoscope of waves and stars...and the universe who’s become your bane and your banner.

To taste a fear so sweet, and a hate so pure as sin becomes you. What flattery sends me reckless...frail after desire’s clouded me. The world has blighted, and only sensations remain to drag me under.

Dredging through a winter without the court of my Lord. His original cause to hunt sated me still, these few hours of peace it gave me. Then he comes and takes me again. His prisoner, rhyme with the desire he inspires...shaken from the effect he slaves, I cannot leave as long as he can.

Heavy under furs, a thin layer to my modesty underneath he demands. Another hour where he’s not allowing me his saving grace. So cold but for those hours he makes me senseless. Satisfying my empty inside, he shows me how defenseless I really am. And every time, what it means to be endless.