Master, what do you want from me?
Shall I obliterate the whole of my identity;
Would it please you if I utterly destroyed my essence,
If I were to mold the amorphous mass of my being in your image?

Please, believe me when I cry, "I wish I could!"
You must, for there is no other truth or falsehood to believe.
With every shred of my will held by my shattered heart,
I weep because I cannot please you - because of who I am by nature.

All I have ever wanted is to bring honor to your name.
All I have ever sought is each smile that spreads across your lips.
All I have ever needed is to feel you trapping me within your embrace.
All I have ever desired are those sweet words of your dominance.

"I own you", you might declare.
"You belong to me", you might whisper.
"I will never let you go", you might promise.
And in return, my only possible response would always be, "Yes, Master; Please!"

But, Master, what do you want from me?
You seek to make me yours - but yours alone.
You ask me to blind myself to the truths of who I am.
You frighten me with vague warnings of solitude and abandonment.

Forgive me, Master, for I cannot serve you in this manner.
There are few orders I would reject from you - but this must be one of them.
To follow this command would be deceitful to you and I;
And I refuse to disservice you in such a way.

Too much time has been spent, searching for my truths.
Too much blood-soaked tear has been shed, weeping in loss and confusion.
Too much pain has been suffered, through countless death and rebirth.
Too much hate has been sown, after betrayal and treachery.

Burdened by these, we can never return to the innocence of before.
I could never unlearn the truths of my heart;
I would never, even if it were possible.
Even for you.