Fortuitous grace, the lovely unknown, loving the lightning, striking my heart.  Living inside, looking through these eyes, waiting.  When he hurts, I come out... When you strike at him, there I am... You will not harm him... None can come through me; I am the invincible rogue, the invisible monster hiding in this heart.  It is mine! He gave his heart freely to you, I cannot stop him.  You sent it back, broken, and think he will stay?  He would stay forever, for his love is true.  He would let you run him into the ground.  
I Say No More.  I say stop.  Gently, at first, you can see me behind his eyes, through the tears, waiting...  you have seen me before, that night... you cannot describe me, though your heart beats faster... remembered passion, now a foul stench... The fire turns cold, the room falls apart, and I scream... Suddenly, the tears dry, and we smile at your look...
I would have loved you too, had you not been so callous.  Passion falls short, desire cannot keep calm in my presence, but instead you called forth wrath... and My Wrath is unlike any other...  He whispers, "no..." a feeble attempt to stop me.  Soon we will bathe in blood together, you and I... It will be ours... I am the blood, I am the lust, I am primal... Soon He is no more, and I call to you, the inner side of her... Waken to my call, and heed not the feeble fears of the mortals... Throw aside this flesh and let us be one...