Submission

Your poison runs through my veins.
I die each day.
In many ways you control my every movement.
Cold expanses of glacial heights fill the darkness of my nights.
No escaping the prison of ice.
Your desire surrounding my emptiness.
Shrouded by misty walls of enlightenment, still I succumb once again to your whims.
I willfully take you as you are, hiding the scars of time wasted.
In hopes of the sweetness once tasted.
In remembrance of a loving touch now turned to dust.