I am asking myself why

I am asking myself why
I am questioning myself with guilt
was there even a way
not tearing apart with love.

He isn't an angel by Soul,
dark demons are his close folks.
He's seen what can't be described
my affection is torturing inside.

I wish I could bite his lips.
fulfill my desires , my flesh.
for him I am simply a toy,
My mind is completed  by craze .