For Him

My thoughts scare me at times.

The light and dark sides blur into eachother and get all fuzzy around the edges.

I hear the call of the void - and it fills me with the urge to let go and fall into the abyss-

and I would have, for him.

I would have gladly bathed myself in darkness if he wished it;

thick warm liquid lapping against my body as it seeped out from me,

I'd sink down slowly until all the light inside me was gone and I was still, floating in the dark-

I would have, for him.

I would have sunk down so deep into him that I ceased to exist,

a holy moment of sacrifice,

placed on his altar,

his demons speaking to mine in twisted tongues only we could understand.

My thoughts scare me at times,

because I believed I knew the line--

the line between myself and others,

I thought I knew the difference between loving someone and losing yourself completely,

I truly believed that I'd never be one to cross that line,

But I would have, for him.