It's hard, thinking about you, so often. That fulfilling feeling that begs for release. There are only so many ways that a man can rearrange. If I give in too frequently, shaking out thoughts of you with consistency, then you become my dark ritual. Your name on the tip of my tongue as I grapple with
this. This being the way that I pray to you whilst on
my knees seeking your blessings. Shadows creeping
in the melted candle light cast through our dark room.
Chanting unintelligible invocations in honour of you.
Until I collapse,
or you possess me.
