To,
My all, my sustenance, my opiate, my iniquity.
Did I knock at your door with ribbons? Like a gift, your acceptance, into your world.
Did I unknowingly bring unto you my darkness.
And did I, in my transgression, vanish?
Did I cut you with my brokenness.
Then did you bleed to rebuild your defences?

Now, should I knock yet again,
can I bare my heart but cover your eyes
and, dwell in our obscurity