Muse
If you want me to love you, prepare to be written about Prepare to be addressed infinitely to the souls of others who will recognize you as either the hero, or the villain My most precious piece of heart, the half I choose to stitch into my sleeves Prepare to be my voice box when the salt of tears have corroded my esophagus And my gut has transformed into a pile of wet needles Dive into me instead like a pile of leaves Prepare to be the sun, the moon, and all which surrounds them Prepare to be burned at both ends Whether for blessings or for destruction Be born anew every morning And die again in my arms at night Let me love you Let me make you the thing of dreams and legends Let me whisper of your darkness into naked ears And show them how to bathe in the solace of your Light - rs.darko