Laying there with nothing but emptiness, as the beast slowly retreats back into his cave of vulgar desires...shadows peer down into my soul and see that it's screaming with searing pleasures. It should have never conquered me...it should have never inhaled my essence. Now it's done, and I lay there. The insides are twisting and turning with something as sweet as hatred. I loved your spirit, but you took something from me, and left me alone. Something that I never acknowledged until now...and now I condemn you for it. God, I condemn myself. I was just a luscious morsel, nothing more, nothing that you retained completely. And yet I lay, no longer myself, no longer there...never realizing how dark it was...just waiting for the wound to heal, but I have the slightest thought that it never will...and I bleed...and still hate you for it...and still cherish you for it...