I've been scraping for blood to feed the monsters I make, all my life.
The wolves yell, "Give us more! it's not enough!"
The time came that I accepted it.
I craved the steel gliding through my flesh. The slow, red drip, running down my leg.
It was never enough. They kept coming back, screaming, tearing at me, "We need more! You'll never be enough, will you?!"
If I can't take care of what's mine, why should I continue? I shouldn't. I can't. I'm not enough.
I wanted them to take my flesh, my blood, my bones, my soul. Maybe that will be enough.
I was over. But then you came to me.
Ready to be give it all for me. My only thought is how desperately you are in love with me.
I was ready to give my remains for my sins. But before steel meet skin, for what would be the last time, you flung your body into my pit. You silenced their cries. You paid for my life with your own.
I will always keep the scars, but they will remind me of the price you were willing to pay.
