I am the night.
I am PVC.
I am leather and lace,
whips and chains.

I am a lair
of secrets in my holes.
I am a batcave
of wonders.
I am a top secret military operation,
screaming like a bat out of hell.

I am a defender
of justice and Jesus.
I want to avenge
our desires for love.

I have a fake voice
to conceal my real one.
I have a fake side
to conceal my real face.
I go to masquerade balls
wearing my real face.

I am a masked crusader
with a sore pussy.
I grew up in the underworld,
orphaned before I could remember.
I have giant bookshelves
and no time to read.
I laugh at the
riddles in my head.
I don't take myself too seriously,
but when I do,
I know that someone will hide my secrets
with white gloves.
I am a rescuer,
an anti-hero.
I am a myth
based on a true story.
My solitude is not loneliness,
but I still

want a sidekick.