The Darkest Flame

You... gave me strenght to carry on

You... pass all wordly troubles unto me

You... gave my time meaning

You... left your sorrow for my soul

I love you

I need you

I want you

I live you

I am you

I... layed a thousand souls to rest

I... could be a martyr in their eyes

I... wished only for them to see

I... embraced where I once dwelled

I... lived for you

"If rape, arson, poison or the knife has

Wove no pleasing pattern upon this

Drab canvas we call life, it is because

We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire)