Quiet of the night.
Silence is treasured.
Yet I’m frightened,
From both my mind and what’s around me.
I can feel your soul.
I can understand your deepest fear.
I can cope with your desires.
But is it all too much for me?
What’s the price for this fiery passion;
For this longing of progression and scarification.
Are there boundaries?
Do I pay with my soul or my body?
Sensations cloud my judgment.
Your catty eyes draw my attention.
And just like that, I’m yours.