Obsidian caresses curling at my throat,

I can’t help but wonder at the irony of it all,

Watching as the angels fall,

If I were the light instead of the dark would you still want me?

If I were the good instead of the bad would you still crave me?

I wonder if I didn’t resist could you still call it rape?

If I felt angry would you bend me out of shape,

If I were different entirely would I still hold your desire,

If I were the demon instead of you would I care?

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