Call to you

What do you want from me?
I offer my pride on a silver platter
For you to devour its bitter flesh,
I offer my soul as a side dish
A mere addition to salt your palate,
To salt the barren earth of my heart.
I will wait for you on bended knee
And crawl on shards of broken glass,
I raise my torn hands
in blood-stained supplication-
Whatever you want is yours.