Willing Prey

What are you, if not the end?
A faceless void I can’t defend.

I feel you creeping through my veins,
A silent hymn, a quiet pain.
You take, you twist, you pull apart,
My flesh, my soul, my beating heart.
I scream, I fight, but it’s in vain,
You are the dark I can’t contain.

You strip me down to raw decay,
And still, I kneel; I’m willing prey.
Your shadow crawls, it claims my skin—
The void begins where I begin.
No gods, no light, no path to run—
You are the night, I am undone.

I see you watching, cold and still,
A patient tide, a perfect kill.
You don’t demand, you only take—
A tide that drags, a breath that breaks.
You whisper lies I can’t ignore,
And I become what you adore..

You strip me down to raw decay,
And still, I kneel; I’m willing prey.
Your shadow crawls, it claims my skin—
The void begins where I begin.
No gods, no light, no path to run—
You are the night, I am undone.

I am the fracture, I am the wound,
A fading echo you’ve consumed.
There’s no salvation, no reprieve—
Only the hunger you weave and weave.
What am I, if not your feast?
A fleeting soul that feeds your beast.

You strip me down to hollow bone,
And still, I beg to be your throne.
Your shadow crawls, it carves my skin—
The void begins where I begin.
No gods, no hope, no rising sun—
You are the night, and I am none.

I tried to stand; I tried to fight.
But you are the day that kills the night

I’ve let you in, I’ve let you stay,
I am your ruin, your willing prey.
There’s nothing left, no breath, no flame—
I am your void, I bear your name.