but what he wants is bondage.
Narcissus, in chains. There in tears, he leaves again. Footsteps familiar to me only when
they walk the other way...
Why do they come here only to sample me? I yearn to be taken in fully, but I am never taken home...
Why am I adored but never loved...
My heart is on fire! In this anguish, I weep and bleed...
Tonight, under the fall of first snow, I lit my stained blood a flame.
I watched it burn to cinders in the ice rain. The ashes of my blood formed the shape a blackened heart. Red and dark on the pavement, smoldering still in heat. My breath came out in steam...
behold! all my lovers could not take. They denied me. They tasted,
and sampled,
and fed me enough to keep going...
But I cannot live any longer in these chains.
I cannot live within the cells of their entrapped minds.
This heart of mine is Fire.
This heart of mine is Fire.
Burn myself to cinders in the heat of this Desire.