The Voice of The Darkness

The voice of the darkness calls
It is the voice that was spawned from the witching hour in the black of night
and lives deep within my Master's heart

With each passing day the voice grows stronger
Beckoning, teasing, pleading, shouting
Until at last it becomes too loud to ignore

When that time comes, my Master will call me to his side
I will close my eyes and step in to the dark unknown with him
And he will paint my flesh red with lust and sin and hurt