I am a parasite.
I know that as well as anyone.
You are my willing host.

It's in my nature.
I can't help but devour others.
(This, too, is an endless cycle.)

You love it and you hate it.
To be devoured by something beautiful.

To be consumed by
something eternal and
in turn becoming part of it...

At the end of time,
a beautiful sacred flame
will come to cleanse us
of all suffering.