If...
And, Oh! The way my heart does clench
Upon the gleam of delight in those dark
Eyes
Those eyes that could see me whole, as myself
Were it, I was not overcome with that urge to
Drown
In that most dark sanctity beholden in her gaze
Before I am taken by Morpheus, I peer into the still night
Imagining myself looking into her holy dark
That could see with adoration into myself
If
My restraint remains…
If this part of me, cruel to others by choice and need
And so willing to claim her and drown in her dark,
Remains chained to that disturbed piece of me, that has kept me
Alive and surviving and hating and self-loathing
If
This thing, thing of flames to burn the world
And give her heat all the same
This thing that would drown the world
And quench her thirst all the same
This thing made of these destroying purifiers
Remains chained to this disdaining, self hating surviving piece
Perhaps
We shall know and be known to one another
With
Glee