Domination is a Two Way Street

I'm not here to talk about your new shoes, your friend, or how you feel about the news. I don't care about that. I want to rip the clothes off your back. I want to tie your hands to the ground. I want to keep you with me but bound. You know you left me walking barefoot on broken glass again. You know the razorblades are cutting apart my skin. You know you have it, you know you do, and when you come to me, I take it from you. You know this is a confession and I'll preside, your mouth is my channel, now confide! I'm not talking about words that you say, I'm talking about your suffering to take mine away. I’m here to take your guilt and you know... my reason is too dark to sew, without you. Without you, the reason grows too big, it makes me feel so god dammed sick. Without you, is it safe to say? I can’t be a real man today? When you’re missing I still need your hand! Come back! I need you, I can't be a man. Without you, my heart is squeezed, my fears uncontained, happiness gone, hurting more every day. I'm limping again and I need you to pay. I'll take this out on you in every way. I'll be your god, sitting askew. I love the things I'll put you through. I'll dominate you. I'll be the man that you make me again. You'll make me understand again. You'll give me one reason to think I am decent. I'll take your guilt and forgive you for your sins. You will come to me and thank me again. I will show you my thanks with the pearls of our love. You will drink it like Jesus' blood. As I collapse in comfort, us in our arms, I will kiss your lips and lick your scars. I will tell you how much I love you, and how you make me a man. You will touch my face and fall in deep love again. My emaciated confidence will turn into egoism built for two. One healthy day for me and one for you. Until tomorrow when I must hold you again. From the moment you leave, I start swimming in sand with my eyes wide open. Wipe off your mouth and sit up straight. Fix your hair and your clothes; this ends our date. Time to go, but I hope you know, I want to be with you. I want you to stay in my arms for all of my life, because you make me a man and I know that's right. I know every day that passes I will love you. You know I truly do. My arms want to wrap around you tonight but I put them together and hold air tight. Without you in my life every day I cannot be a man. Somebody said a foolish thing, that a woman cannot teach a man to be. A statement made of pure stupidity. It's you in my heart every night that keeps me holding on so tight, tight to the love that I have for you. So I can be. Because my love, without you, there is no me...

What is this?

It is dark inside and out. You notice a small house. It is falling apart and the outside wood is almost blue with age. When you behold it, even from the outside, from the window comes voices. The window, dirty and broken, is hard to see into from your angle. Dare to walk close enough? The porch cracks below your feet, but does not break. From here you still cannot see through the window. You must draw closer. The voices become louder, crazy voices, maybe more than one. High pitched voices that seem to be signaling terror. You cannot tell if the owner of these voices is human. You cannot tell if he is evil, or if he is speaking evil, or if he is merely trying to warn you of evil. But the manifestation of evil is indeed certain.

You chose to approach but it all happens so fast. With the labor of each footstep comes too much noise. You narrow your eyes as you near the window. The dirty window comes into focus and now you see through it. You look through a hole in the broken glass. It is dark but some dim glow of red-yellow ambient light makes the shadows alive enough for you to map the inside. The light must be from flame, maybe candles because you notice how it dances. There is a picture on the dirty wall but it's hard to see what is on it. Maybe it's a portrait. There is a desk and chair and a wood stove. Now you see the source of light, it is indeed a lantern on the desk. The figure of a human, maybe a skeleton but with flesh, is there in a rocking chair. Rocking. It's in the darkest corner. You focus in, trying to see better. You feel the moist chill of the air and moment and don't want to make a sound. You feel the terror of the scene. The voices do not stop. Suddenly a man appears with a bloody face and he is staring back at you, two inches away, on the other side of the window. Undead, or dead, or alive, horrific and disgusting. Unsettling.

Who are you? What is this from?