In the Flesh

Introducing: Casarah Nance & Poet Destroyer Scars of empty promises are darkened by your kiss. Torturous touches are meant to soothe my pain. It is without gain, without pleasure, beyond measure, You are the puppet master, strung on dark days, a haze. Specter of solitude, you confine me with your magnitude, What purpose do I serve, is slavery what I deserve? Tell me your intention, sate me with your perfection. Shed a light into this soul starved sanctuary, Come, whisper your words in my ear, complete me… A sweet surrender to your call, a will of solitude I lead the way, cutting strings attached to the light Touching every breathing strand stressing yesterday Giving you room to fall into my designated despair, Adding, to your creeping gloom, I give and lend pouring pain, the kind of pain, that begs for blades Abhorring the taste of life, your flesh empowers my darkness My intentions are nothing more, than a shadow bearing strength, Smiling at your tears, caressing your lips, Taking from the closure your soul seeks tonight Blind! You will become to the misery, in this barren place The pain of rigor mortise will blend against your pale skin A slave without shackles, I concur with pleasure to feed the hunger, you give Forever, I am DARKNESS ~A Poet Destroyer collaboration~