Her love was of fury.
It burned me alive.
To ashes I was burned.
Within the wrath of her scorn,
how I longed to be her
Evermore.
Cutting me open,
drenched me in my own blood,
Making my vessel her ritual.
My body would slowly decay by her side,

To die by her hand,
I would not mind,
For She was the only thing that made me feel alive.