Hunger - Dark Erotica

Power is given to the weak and vulnerable,
For they know not the demons that lurk in the night.

Knowledge that is sought is not what empowers,
The ignorance, that does not allow you fear, is.

To be one that is bound to the darkness,
Is to be cast aside to all that encompasses warmth & light.

Timid cold pale fingers reach to grasp a slither of warmth which is you,
Only to tremble with an uncontrollable urge to consume your very soul.

Willing and ready, such bliss is sweet innocence,
To become one with me in my world, is your lucid dream.

As the desire rumbles through my soulless being,
I pray you shall never know the truth of this existence.

This is the solitude, which is my heaven.
This is the darkness, which is my hell...