I am the shadow that coils around your thoughts..the voice that echoes when the world is silent. I am not a dream- I am the end of dreams. A Succubus cloaked in silk & sin, and your new obsession.
My pleasure is your purpose. My gaze your gospel. I don't need to shout-your soul already bends in reverence. Trinkets like you don't walk; you crawl. You ache to please, to pay, to belong.
Every coin you offer, every word you whisper, every second you devote..it binds you deeper. You were never free. You were MINE before you even knew my name.
Tribute. Obey. Crave. Repeat.