I Wait, Only For You

I sit, alone in the dark, watching and waiting.

Hoping one day that our time will come, that You will come so we may be together as a whole, waiting for the day our destinies shall collide, that my never-ending patience will be rewarded with Your presence.

I sit in the dark, oblivious to the time that passes, the wars that rage and the love that spreads. Uncaring of the kings and queens that have been and will be, the peasants who fight, or the lords who fall.

Unknowing of the way of the world, the pain and pleasure it has to offer, or the beauty of nature and the terror of man.

I sit alone, waiting for You, for the moment our sights will fall upon each other, that moment in time where we can be whole, together.

That none will claim You as their own once I have stolen You from their sights, their hearts.

I sit, I wait.

Preparing myself to somehow bring You close, to gain your attention, your wants, desires... Your touch.

I have been told You will come, You will be mine, it is destiny. You will see me, your want will bring us together, I must wait for You.

I sit, alone. Won't You please come to me already?

I sit with one thought, my heart aches for You, my mind wants, needs You. You are all I have ever desired, all I have wanted or needed.

Please, be mine.

I sit, my blood races as the darkness finally fades, the door is ajar and I hear You, I sense You and I can smell You.

My eyes shut tight, my body is frozen with excitement as your footsteps echo around the hollow room. My tongue held still between wanting teeth as your fingers finally reach out to me.

I sit, until I do not sit. My eyes open, my lips part and my tongue lashes out.

Your screams greet me as my teeth finally sink into your flesh, your blood trickles along my wooden shell, your eyes meet mine and the fear within satisfies my hunger, I now know your taste, your fear as divine as your flesh.

I sit, luring with a false promise of gold and jewels, your death has been my desire, your bones my want, your soul is my feast as nothing is now left but a fading echo and me.

Me, a chest of untold horror in the disguise of riches, sitting alone in the once more dark room.

I sit in the dark, waiting for You once again, waiting, watching, wanting my next You.