My dear,
If only you could see your beauty
As I see it.
Your radiance in its true form
Is not something I'm sure
I am able to comprehend,
For I am not worthy to gaze upon it
As a mortal,
I think my eyes would melt out of my skull.

And you, my love
A goddess of love, passion
Your fires burn hot and bright
And that man you chase
Has pulled wool over his eyes, squeezed them close
Turned away
If he does not see how you glow.
An ignorant fool,
He is unworthy
He holds a torch and thinks it is the same
As raw fire
That rages through whole forests
Reducing them to ash within moments.

You reduce me to ash
And I crash down to my knees to worship
The goddess of intrinsic beauty
Whose soul radiates more light
Than an exploding star.
You, my darling,
Are a supernova
An end to your reign leaves a gaping hole in the universe
A hole that cannot be filled
But it continues to try to be
To satisfy the goddess that birthed it.

Are you hungry? I wonder
It must take a lot to sustain such a roaring flame.
Will you ever hunger for more
Than a man with fleeting loyalties
With pitiful gratitude for the gift that is
You?
My eternal,
Will you accept this sacrifice
Of my living flesh, and my mortal soul?
I offer myself to you,
Sunshine
In the hopes to satisfy
Your lust for adventure
And need of embrace.

I did something bad
In the depths of blackness
Not a soul could see
What they'd say was senseless.
Shrouded by nightfall
My sins seem brighter
And there's no one to say, 'Come morn,
It'll be lighter
And you'll see your sins
In their entire unholy sacrilege.
So burn tonight;
Tomorrow brings carnage.’