Completely unclothed
I place my self at the foot of the throne

I lay
Eyes closes
Fingers trembling

He looks upon me
With steely eyes
And a soft murmer
As he glides his long pointed nails
Along my ivory skin

A tear drips from my eye
And gracefully he takes it
Putting the salted solution to his lips

I beg for forgiveness
For all my unholy sins
As they gather around me
Sandlewood in the air

The priests of the night
The saviours
Will make me whole

Will offer me salvation
From my decadent soul
Through the blood of my unholiness

I will rise above
To the father

To the night



Tammy

wow...heavy. ethereal

Thank you

Mirror