Daemon

My dearest monster, let me be
Return my feigned sanity
Release me from thy vassal’s bind
From thy tenacious, icy mind!

"Tomorrow", rasps the voice of hell
Tomorrow, you might break this spell
But now I treat thee to thy feast
For now I am thy humble beast
Once more come drown in our fair fight-
Or shall I join thee in the night?

Oh foul beast that poisons all I love!
How do I loathe thee, long to rise above!
Oh foul tempter of my carnal bliss
This is the last I’ll taste thy poison kiss

This is the last I’ll cave to your duress
This is the last I’ll savour your caress
That thou dost wax as I do wane
That I might break whilst thou art sane

My precious world you slip from me
Frail insubstantiality
Deserted now to pale alone
Abandoned by my fiend’s condone

My weakness rotting in my haze
My strength in numbering my days
But when my shadow fells me to the floor
Do not I wish I’d purchased something more?