She gives me what I take from her.
Blinding me in her brilliance,
Burning into my dark, dead heart.
I ride her.
She rides me.
Leaving me behind.
I should be content
I belong to the shadows,
Not the light.

We wrestle like animals in my empty house.
Devouring each other.
As it should be.
Sometimes she forgets and lets me
Hold her to my dark, dead heart.
Before she remembers, leaving me behind.
I should be content.
I belong in the shadows,
Not in the light.

I am her secret sin, her black stain.
Never to be acknowledged.
I am a thing of destruction and solitude.
A dark mirror with a dead heart.
More than that she doesn't want.
Her life is closed to me.
I should be content.
I belong in the shadows,
Not in the light.