"You take me in & you drink my soul, greedily. In which, I let you. You take me under your casted spell, and I refuse to break it. You take my body, & use it. The sick thing about it, is that I like it. I like the pain you cause, because, it is the only attention I get. I inhale you, and you corrode my lungs with every inhale. I soak up your filthy bloody hands as they touch upon my body. The spell you casted is dark, there is no escape from you. 
You have my heart, beating in your hand, my chest empty without it. But, it doesn't feel empty. It is filled with false words, and false feelings, that I mistake as love. 
You make me the sinner I am, and I allow you to make me that way. "