no words I could dare speak
to match the horror
and the beauty
of which it means to be oblivious
to all other senses
but the infatuation of you
it would be a sin of murder
to prolong my gaze upon you
and to satisfy a bottomless pit of greed
to cherish you
to breathe you
to live you
no touch will ever be close enough
to let me feel you under my skin
one life is not enough to live with you
one thousand does not come close
only in my last breath
before death's cold fingers close around my throat
will I be with you for eternity
if it is a sin to love another more than yourself
then I am the devil himself in a torturous pit of fire and ecstasy
I am the evil of all evils and with that entails
the torture of every soul that has been and ever will be
the things I would do, be them not human
to feel but a fleeting moment of you
it is the horror
and the beauty
of which it means to be oblivious to all other senses
but the infatuation of you.
