Persuade me with your sinful delights, wash my weathered soul with your greedy flame, rejoice when the darkness comes from within, cherish it as you wrap yourself tight in my suffering, let it keep the winter cold from your door, for beyond this light, within the darkness, there is only the coldness if nothing, the scriptures tell if a hell hotter than the sun, but the truth is emptiness, the truth is a void, cold and empty, soulless, and outside of me, outside of the warmth my soul that spreads across your emptiness, there is nothing, there is only you, there is who you truly are, there is nothing….
