Summary: Utter selfishness or the greatest sacrifice?

Tonight I take what you freely give--the discards of spent passion to be nurtured by Life's oldest garden--the womb.

I lay here in the arms of a mortal god, struggling with how I'll turn my back upon the alter I willing worshipped.

How, with the cold light of dawn, I'll strike with a cruelty you never suspected, a kindness your heart won't understand.

Tomorrow I'll free you from the chains of my Love, to wander the stars of your Heaven.

But I keep a part of you to remind me of what I forfeited, a sin willingly committed.

~IDIC