No one but me can ever love your lost, forsaken soul.
Stand beside you, as you lose control.
No one but you can pierce that blackened heart.
Release the darkness and let love impart.
No one but me can see beyond the sins of haunting lies.
Holding on tight through the succubus cries.
No one but you can suit up armor to go into battle.
Saving grace and praying merciful prattle.
No one but me can bear to withstand the crushing weight of you.
Move heaven and earth to prove myself true.
No one but you can shatter the wrongs of the forgotten yesterday.
Overturn the overthrow of the king who did once reign.
No one but me can light the fires of passion burning within.
Wash away the pain of life’s torturous chagrin.
No one but you can mend the broken pieces of fragmented time.
Reset the future and restitute your eternal crime.
No one but me can want the madness that you only have to offer.
Sharp edges give way to a core gentler and much softer.
No one but you can fight back the urges of immortal invasion.
Stave off the forces pushing for liaison.
No one but me can whisper those sweet nothings of meaning.
Taking the sharpened edge off the wound’s stinging.
No one but you can reach that sacred, forbidden place.
The tangled path leaves all but not a trace.
No one but me can have faith your battles will then be won.
Stoking the ego until the deed has been done.
No one but you can ease the burden smothering the light.
Buckle down now, my dear, go fight the good fight.
No one but us can outlast this labyrinth war of evil plaguing our mind.
Insanity is all that we ever were- they do, in fact, resign.
The Angrivated Mom 