TO LIVE IS TO DIE 

This is not a false claim,

This alas is a testimony to the death of a love that has possessed me

and my soul....

You would have to dwell in the bowels of it's core

to let this thing and it's wrath compel you ,

to seek out the very essence of it's existence....

I gave of myself to no end,

mind, body and soul....

Greedily it consumed my every thought

with a hunger that would not cease

I wanted the tepid mist of his breath on my lips,

I desired the coarse touch of his hands

on my flesh, to probe and violate

the most sensitive parts of my being

Craving something so vile

would likely to seem insane to most,

but not to the someone who has lost herself forever

To it's Grasp...