The Wiccan Silence

This goes to a friend of mine who has been suffering in silence for so long due to unrequited love:

The Wiccan Silence

In a strange frequency...
Your pain Screams to me...
Your mellow whispers...
Beg of me...
To do your biddings...
To comfort your wounds...
To satisfy your curiosity...
To guide you...

I'll gladly shed my Blood for your Miracles...

You own my heart...
I don't want it back...
Not yet at least...
Consume it if you want to...
It matters not...
That is the Nature of Love...

Unrequited...

I am obsessed...

Possessed...

The constant Mental Visitations of your Image...
It makes my optical waterfall scour my pathetic visage...

The thought of your Pain, and mine, Satanically beats my heart... Percussively...

Beating it...

Striking it...

Hammering it...

Crushing it...

Killing it...

Yet no audible comforting rhythm was produced...

Only the Ritualistic Painful Silence

I try to suppress all agony for your sake...
Yet it only makes me guilty of Fake Stigmata on my palms...
That Blood I offer you...

The Misery of Unreciprocated Affection
Burns me like the Devil's Inferno...
When Luna rules, I sink into Spasmodic Fits of Pain...
Like a possessed contortionist...

Yet I care not about my Wiccan Punishments...
I only care for the Gratification
Of this most Perfect Angel...
I'll even burn at the stake for the Reign of your Smile...

This Damned Creature is always at your service...
But do you hear what the voice of my pain says?
Of course you don't...
It's Silenced...