Prologue.

I can be anything your imagination requires of me,

Maybe anyone,

To match the depth of your desires.

I can be any substance you choose to use,

abuse, or embrace as your fuckin addiction.

I could be your darkest yearnings;

changing form to appease your needs,

and inside a crevice in your soul where the omniscient lord can't reach;

I may promise to be your faith and religion, 

Your diary where you shall inscribe in a language only we speak

the immensity of your raw and untamed lust for me...

But I may never be the one who owns your heart.