King of Flesh and Bone

Isolation, darkness, and rotting flesh, 

Surround me, suffocate me, 

But I am the vile ruler who controls it all. 

I long for warmth, 

Yet, all that I touch, 

Is cold. 

Then, she stumbles in to my domain, 

Lost and frightened, 

Alone and confused. 

And I terrify her even more. 

She calls me the devil, 

So I show her pleasure, 

Like only the devil can. 

I am the heat that stirs her flesh, 

The longing that trembles her bone. 

She begs her body to refuse, 

To escape my embrace, 

But I am her master, 

The puppeteer of passion. 

I am the King of Flesh and Bone. 

Welcome to my court, little one.