Disquietude

Devotion.

A wise man holds his tongue but a fool speaks his mind, you say.

You may think me a fool, sir, if I dare speak my mind now.

The very moment I lay eyes on you, was my demise.

Every moment I spend in your presence further pushes me towards the end.

You knew this from the moment you found you had power over me.

How weak I can be in your presence.

How, nervous you take me for.

I, sir, am not nervous now, am I?

My confidence is here, I have fire in my soul, thanks to you.

Do with me what you will, but first I must tell you;

I sold my soul to you that night, fire demon.

With every breath I hold in my lungs there is life, and there is love to give.

Love that so purposefully belongs to you.

You left more than one mark on me that fateful night, my owl of the darkness.

And one that you will not so easily forget.

I am destroyed.

I am finished.

This world can not foresee any use for me when I belong to you.

And that is always.

You made that choice.

You touched me the way you knew I craved to be touched.

My eyes met yours and I was immediately and utterly yours.

My body touched yours and I was immediately lost in euphoria.

I let go, with you, and only with you.

For you, because you asked me.

Only, I let go of something you did not wish to own.

And now, sir, that is your eternal punishment.

Burn, fire demon, for you have stolen a soul of the innocent.

~*Persæus*~