I lost you to the wolves. You found comfort in the soft rhythm of their growl. You found sweetness in the strong melody of their cries to the moon. You found safety in their killer claws and murderous fangs. You found love in the way their paws pound the earth in their swift pursuit.
I lost you to the sea. You found comfort in it's cool shallows. You found adventure in its dark depths and mighty tides. You found pleasure in the current's strong, demanding pull. You found relief as the waves smothered you and washed your sins away.
I lost you to the fire. You found contentment hearing the sparks rise up and crackle in the air. You found excitement in the fire's performance as the flames did their exotic dance. You found life when the smoke seeped in and corrupted your lungs. You found power smiting your enemies with a thousand lashes from the sun.
I lost you to temptation, and I'm tired. I'm tired of your mediocre performance. I'm tired of watching your limbs dance to the rhythm of the succubus. I'm tired of finding you in the deepest of the streets, buried in heaps of hellish desires. I'm tired of raising you up just to watch you crumble and fall.
I lost you, but maybe you were never mine I lose. You were always your own person, and no one else's. You had no consideration of how your self-destruction affected others. You lost yourself in the most seductive taboo. You lost yourself in the moment, and you lost me somewhere in your tangled past.
