Egotistic

Only ties of words,
chains not made
of metal...

Holy rage boiling beneath the surface of the skin,
ink rising to create feeling,
an inferno of consumption looking into you,
the pit in which you hide your soul is Solace,
the darkness of your haven is my paradise.

To drown within the shadow
you allow to eclipse you,
to stop breathing in the thickness of your aura,
nothing has been greater,
my pain or my passion in this moment.

So much have you given,
so much to which I cannot reply.
What am I, in the shadow of unrequited tears?

An echo of a voice once sacred,
fading remnant of reincarnated power...
is it enough, my darling?