Save me, dear nightmare, from the monster I will become
Your darkness alone can shroud me.
Of blinding sun and free thinkings of the day no more,
Only to the shadows do I profess my intimacy.
Breathe your worst down my neck,
With scratches of your fingernails I implore you to infect
The spotted mind, the burning woman
Lost in her own vagrant fantasies.
Feel her fire coursing in dying veins, for,
You told me once that empty veins do burn.
I’d rather they burn than grow cold from lack of touch,
Explode with misplaced passion than be forgotten for later.
With a dying breath my sanity asks your permission
To be torn to shreds from these beasts in the night
Rather than let you meet that fate.
Take your whorish damsel, your hero friend, your family too
But remember the fiery heart that remained monstrous for you.