He wants my skin,
He wants the flame,
He draws me in —
I feel the shame.

He needs my heat,
My full surrender,
He calls it sweet —
I can’t feel it.

He needs my soul,
My heart, my crying,
He wants it all —
But I am dying.

The mirror’s dim,
My chest is hollow.
He beckons me —
And I still follow.

He wants my breath,
My broken frame —
I want the sniff,
He want's my pain.