forever.

there is a darkness in me that you devour.  i, the pious parishioner, worship nightly at your pyre.  i am tallowed, awaiting the harvest.

there is a darkness in me that you devour.  this is a consummation devoutly to be wished.  devout.  a fanatical devotion to the temple of you.

the darkness in me is yours.  you empty my emptiness, and leave me full and starving.  the darkness gives me form.  you give me void.  a gift of absence.  intangible; an unbearable lightness of being.  almost unbearable.

and so i worship.  the prayers come in a torrent of forgotten sincerity.  a shade of animosity.  but i do not hate.  but i do not love.  but i do not feel.  until you touch me.  and still i do not feel. 

when you touch me, i am asunder.  i already know the end is near, but you leave anyway.  and then i feel.  hopeless.  like sandpaper.  aching to just blow away.

we burn in the darkness; covered in frost.  i lack the strength to stand; to run.  you lack the strength to fail; to trust.  and so burning, we freeze.

there is a darkness in you that i devour.  ruin, our only companion.  death, our only confidant.  stain, our only evidence.  a touch brings solace, a caress brings hope.  hope brings hopelessness.

there is a darkness in you that i devour.  and only alone are we together, the consumer and the consumed.

forever.