I invoke Him, and He comes to me, in my dreams

Dressed in black

He speaks in a language only I can understand

His hands are warm, His breath is hot

He is the horrible pain, within my heart

My religion, My sanctuary, My church, My sacrafice, My Confession

My exorcism, My worship, in progress

I have no other lover... now, untill forever

He is magic, and when He kisses me, I can taste Him on my lips

Like an elixir

Far from innocent

He is pure evil

A sinners prayer, a saints desire

For Him, I would walk through fire

For Him... I have walked through fire



To draw Him, I want so bad

One gift, I'll never have

He drives a stake into my soul

Makes me bleed, makes me whole

Drinks me, devours me, intoxicates me

With His love, Hate, Devotion, Faith

As beautiful as Jesus Christ

He is as brutal, as the depths of Hell

In my dreams, I press my mouth against His

And I feel Heaven... Horror... Terror

He looks at me with that look

I call it His serial killer look

Like He wants to fuck me, and kill me all at the same time

It scares me

It turns me on

His eyes are brown

His stare is intense... Meaningful, Powerful

Maybe that's why He's so fuckin' scary

Because He means it

Sometimes He tells me He loves me, as He looks at me

With that look

Sometimes He doesn't have to

I've never felt a man look at me like this

It's almost creepy.... 

Uncomfortable.... 

Sexy

I guess I know He could never really chop off my hands



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Or could He?