The Beast and Me

There's fire in my lungs. smoke flows through my veins. I feed the beast my soul to gain euphoric pain. I serve he who lives in me. The monster in my mind. The creature so abusive, at times can be so kind. In my mental hell, I sit beside his throne. I tend to his desire, so I don't have to be alone. Here He is my god. And I, in turn, am his. A symbiotic worship, sealed within a kiss. Sulfuric fumes consume us, as we dance into the ether. The hands of god are ours. Hes made me a believer. My halo, so very worn. His horns, so alluring. Hand in hand we walk, love and hate enduring. His guidance lifts me higher than any drug could try. His chains hold me down. bound wings can not fly. Walking straight and tall, crawling on my floor. I am his moonlit goddess. And his filthy whore. I wont break his binds. I wish not, to be free. I can never escape him, for this beast is me.