I am tangled in your web, help, I can't get out!

Your drag me deeper the more I shout.

I want my innocence back, you ***** me against my will.

Just can't begin to explain the way your art makes me feel.

I would sell my soul for your drawings my friend.

**** myself, end it all, commit the greatest sin.

Thoughts of your lustful breathtaking works.

Haunts me in the dead of the night, stalks me, and lurks.

There is something more than just pictures on paper I see.

It is the encrypted visions of the things to be.

Something speaks through you reflected be your heart.

Hopefully within time it reveals before it tears me apart.

Portraits of the goddesses, veins of life.

Cuts my spirit out of my pale skin like a knife.

I am blessed to know you, your creations pulled me in.

I will always be here for you no matter what, forever until the end!