A gloved hand
Offered in silence, through the darkness.
No words needed,
nothing, except for a loud action.
I took that hand,
trusting your black wings
your serpentine eyes.
I saw your darkness and wanted a part of it.
I wanted it all.
You offered me the bitter wine of your lust.
I drank all the glass breathlessly
I felt your sin down my throat
And begged for more.
Prayed to be blessed by your obscurity.
Freed from the prison of the leather,
Your hands became my cell
holding me close to you.
So close I couldn’t breathe.
“Your soul’s gonna be mine.
It belongs to me.” You spoke with the voice of hell.
Take my soul, dark angel.
Pay the price for being yours.
I don’t need it, I won’t use it,
If you keep me close to your wings.
“Moan for me,
sing your soul goodbye.”
I sang farewell. Farewell, forever.
You took me.
You devoured me, you filled me
and never gave me peace or resting.
The sound of hellish drums over
My skin. You, oh king of the night,
You possessed me.
You made me step over that threshold,
screaming your dark name.
No mercy, no rest, just you and your sin.
And when finally, my dark angel let me be,
laying over the dark sheets of sin,
you laid down next to me,
kissed my forehead,sealing our pact
Marking your prey. “You belong to me.
You are mine. And in my arms you’ll be safe,
between my legs you’ll be cherished,
your moans will be the music for our dark days.”
And I knew everything you said was true.
I am soul. I am darkness. I am yours.
