January 2025 – Audio Version
If this is a sin, let me perish, unforgiven.
If this is ungodly, let me burn, unredeemed.
If this is blasphemy, let me die a heretic.
My body blisters with unholy fire, licked by the devil’s own tongue.
My soul writhes in the inferno of its own damnation,
each breath a heaving gasp of surrender,
each heartbeat a sacrifice to shadows.
I do not weep.
I do not plead.
I welcome the torment.
Let my nerves unravel like threads of silk scorched by profane flame.
Let agony coil itself around my spine,
wringing me breathless,
shattering my composure,
every unhallowed moment more exquisite than the last.
He belongs to me.
His soul is forever entwined with mine.
Together, we fall.
We burn,
succumbing to dark passion—
where there is no salvation.
Only ruin.
Only desire.
Year of the Inner Goddess 