Let me be your calm, though my wounds fester and bleed while I quiet your fears.

Let me be your shelter, even if my heart is a ship unanchored in a raging violent sea.

Let my trembling hand feed you as my own soul collapses from lack of nourishment.

Let me be everything to you my love regardless of the cost

With sword in hand, bearing my teeth ill destroy your demons.

Drink from my hands with no fear of the future,

I would give my life for you if given the chance

But wait, I already have..because I have nothing left to give.

You seek to eat my flesh and drink my blood but i have nothing left to offer now.

Will you leave me here to drown in my sorrow?

Will you leave me now to drink my tears my dearest?

What will you give me now that I shrink

Would i reach for your hand and find it?

Would i search for your eyes to find myself grounded

Or would i be met with darkness?