How do I rid myself of the bonds of selfishness? A prison cell, confining me from the grandeur of the whole. I wish to live for others, I’d bleed to feed you. Let me bleed. Eat of me. I can’t live this way anymore — I can’t live at all. Let me die that you may live.
I don’t think there is any other way to restore balance. I need to be eaten of. Let me be the feed of the benevolent. I wish to support you
I wish to support the kindhearted. The meek. Oh, how sorry I am. May my repentance be the giving of my neck unto you. Sink your teeth in. Oh, that piercing pain is my return to order and harmony. Oh, as you drain me of my blood, so too does my guilt escape the wound.
The greater you grow, the greater my contentment and satisfaction.
I’ve taken too much. Please, please, please grant me homeostasis by taking from me. I don’t exist anymore. I want you to exist, made possible by my vanquishing, my annihilation. May you be born of my demise. May your heart grow in wonder, in splendor, in appetite for life and joy and abundance.
Rescue me from the chains of this flesh. I am ready to be taken. I am ready, I’ve always been ready.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 