WICKED

I am the wicked that lives inside you
I roam the nights and search the skies to release my venom.
You have failed to release me from your claws,
when you are vulnerable you unleash me like a chain full of spikes.
Reaching deep into your enemies heart only to stab their fragile flesh.
I am but a servant to your wicked games.

You, you are the light in my heart.
You dwell inside my soul the warmth of your joy enlightens my existence.
I often let my guard down to let you in and explore withing my wicked walls.
In the few moments of deep connection I find my peace withing the walls of your love.

life is full of choices and I have given, have taken have stolen and have shared more then my fill., more then I wish to openly admit.
The jar is full and the the heavy storm lingers in the depths of my existence.
When you give I take and when I give you take.
what a simple transaction between lovers,
between enemies, between could be friends.
I give you take,
you give I take.
How much is not important
because in the flow of life everything ends up as equal,
as what was originally given.

The wicked in me always hungers for more.
This unquenchable thirst that eats at my state of mind.
That changes my being. Tainting every sense of my being.
This malice makes me so selfish it gives me the green light to my gorging over the fruits of your given indulgences.
I am Like a wild crazed animal, hungry for life,
hungry for existence, hungry for energy.
But you, you are so very patient with me.
You leave me to indulge and fill of the spoils of your joy.
And when I'm done, you selflessly take what has been left.
I know that this leaves me standing before you,with no shame.
so I give back to you with open arms and fill your desires so that the fireplace will content your flesh from the wicked ways of the world.
I shelter you and embrace you with my thickened skin.
I give you darkness and you make it glow.
I give you pain and you make them into jars of sweet wine.
You are the light in my heart,
you are the energy that dwells deep in my soul.
and I,
I am the wicked that lives inside you.
I roam the nights and search the skies to release my venom.
never satisfied.
I give you take,
you give I take.
How much is not important
because in the flow of life everything ends up as equal,
like what was originally given.

redsirens