To extend my hand again to just One,
one craving unlike no other before
to give Him so freely,
without hesitation, without reserve,
that One
the One behind the masks...
who's boots i'll earn to kneel before
i crave to give my surrender.
my decadent reward that sweet heavy thud
only to His truth will I bow down to.
unspoken intensity, un-tamed souls
taken to long awaited edges,
pushing un-mentionable boundaries
only for His power will I bare my soul
yearning for twisted sanity
writhing within exquisite taunting
hauntingly familiar anticipation,
of His magnificent blade
beautifully restrained
only if He show's me truth..
The truth He will allow me to feel
without fear
drowning in my decadent sin.
He will make me believe
as only He can.
this craving of His fury, and this craving of souls
on His cross, i will bear His fates
it shall be my pleasure to earn my place.