[Suzerain of Sheol]

A couple more, religious themed again, though fairly twisted.

Salvation

I grant you this gift.
I answer your pain.
My fingers,
spiders for your sake.
Your throat,
my door, my dear, soft prey.

No more crying.
No prayers to spurn.
I'm here for you.
Here to help.

I heard you calling.
I'll carry your guilt.
Your siren voice,
my widow muse.
My will, your wish,
our iron hands in folded bliss.

An end to your sorrow.
An end for the hate.
Lay down, be still.
This won't be long.

I promise Hell.
I hold your hope.
I take it all.
I ask for naught.
Your soul. Your shame. Your sin. Your faith.
Release repaid. Even exchange.

Cardiophage

I am nothing
if not a lover of life,
but I am no friend to you.

My hands grasp with knives.
My gaze devours.
My lips speak only light.

But I am a bearer of gifts,
possessed of a singular compassion
begging your assent.

It is enough.

I want you.

Give me your agony.
Give me the nails that pierce your bone.
Give me your shrieking love,
the quivering kiss of a thousand tongues.

It will be enough,
and I'll hold it all in.

I'll hold it in.