Raven’s crime.

The darkness surrounding,whispering, screaming I’m not sure if it wants surrender or conflict. Subservience or dominance. 
     By default my nature is confrontation. Not to run but to face this situation at all cost.  As the cloud envelopes me I’m tore between rapture and orgasm. Pain and pleasure. The coldest of all swaddles and the burning of desire. As if in a theesum with divinity and profane. But loved.