Indulgence - Docro

[Simple]

Apprehension.
Fear.
Jealousy.

I can see the way you stare at me, you can see beneath the veil. Breath quickening, your hands against my neck, delectable madness encroaching upon my mind. Vision blurred, as I stare upon features both demonic and angelic. It feels so right, so wrong, to be held beneath your grasp, to get a taste of that which lay beyond.

What is good?
What is evil?

To be a recreant or a martyr, a hero or a villain, to be guilty or innocent.
Am I truly a sinner? Is it wrong to give into vice, to temptation? To emulate perfection?

I need it. I need it all.
All that you were, all that you've become.
'Til death do I part.