Erotiz-Arte (Tercera entrega)

My slave

My slave, fear me. Love me. My slave! I am with you the vastest dusk of my sky, and in it my soul dawns like a cold star. When your steps turn away from you, they return to me. My own lash falls on my life. You are what is inside me and far away. Fleeing as a chorus of pursued mists. Beside me, but where? Far off, what is far off. And what under my feet walks while being far off. The echo of the voice beyond silence. And what in my soul grows like moss on ruins