Loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind

If I look deeper, what would I find inside?

What mask must you hide behind?

Show your teeth but still be kind

Your cradle hangs low- you seem tired

How do I find the way in which you’re wired?

Come within my evil embrace

Allow me your mind to lustfully trace 

Give me your eyes and give me your psyche

When I bite the flesh don’t lunge at me

Clean the wound with rose thorns

I’ve given shape, you’re taking form

Loosen your grip, you’ve left a mark

I’ve seem to have lost my way in the dark

Don’t stray too far from my heat

Cut thy tongue and nail thy feet