The Dark Artist

 
Insidious greed bespells me  
on the alter of grievous lust...bound
incarnate passions  
hedonistic desire  
aflame with wanton need
Unwillingly spread in a vulerable fashion
against the open invitation at hand
I grip the altar
 
You enter the room so fixating
Dark and delerious of feeling
you cut me with your stare  
and inside myself I feel fear
 
I feel your presence inside me
your rage amazes me
so devilish in desire
Your hunger not named
takes a hold of my flesh
 
Calling me to the brink of your passion
culted lusts wash over my forlorn form
blushing vulnerability I am not in control of the situation
my beauty doesn't phase you
I am beneath you
my will is shrinking in your dark shadow
that grows long and thick with your need
 
Pleasure intices and you take a bite of me
terror registers in my eyes
you are a Master of debauchery
in the theater of the dark arts you reign supreme
 
You take me with your hate
tasting my pain
it urges you onward
my cries are the fuel to the frenzied tangent you're on
in the end my body betrays me and convulse into yours
a cruel curl to your lip says this satisfied you
 
Broken of spirit I shelter in the void you cast me
until next time