Look into my eyes...
...for within their ice lies frozen a mystery...
See the hands that feed your hunger
and also cradles your soul
Find that raw taste of My hunger
for your final surrender
I will starve your will of any temptation
to resist my lyrical whims and fantasies
as I play you...
your flesh,
exposed and taut like a canvas stretched
beneath the hands of an Artist
who paints your soul with strokes of pain
or be it my pleasure that rejoices
in its betrayal of your will
I have bound you in chains,
restrained you with rope,
blinded you with wanting
and silenced your cries with trust.
I look through your eyes...
for afloat in their pools
reflects the desire to bathe in My faith
and wash away your doubt.
You need Me...
to make your flesh burn
and eyes cinder
to reduce your will to ashes,
so that you might be reborn...
To release your pain
...and be cradled in My hands
holding your soul once again..
