Buried in the quagmire of questions

the lonely traveler gasps.

Faith suffocates, belief stifles

and he seeks answers no more.

He regrets he walked into a one way trapdoor.

I hope to be a kind and loving boyfriend
To a beautiful goddess one day

I promise to cook her dinner
And run her bathwater too

I won't forget the scented candles
And rose pedals as well

I live to please her
And put her needs before mine

I love to give her oral pleasure
For as long as she desires

Truly I adore her
And live to please her

Bound by stone, water and bone.
Replenish the river of light.
Keep me tall, prepared for all.
If demons should come tonight.