"She is the darkness of your light,"
I wonder every time I see her
How was she my darkness
Why her
And how
By death
Or evil
Or an empty shell
Her hate
Is my love
My light
Her dark
She sends shivers down my spine
Her menacing eyes
Boring into mine
Sending me into a oblivion
She enjoyed my pain
It was her drug
My pain
Her drug
It is at midnight that she comes she wears her pearl dress. Her hair moves with the wind. Her eyes turn silver in the moonlight. This is her transformation at midnight. But is she a goddess or the devil? Is she the sun or the moon? Is she my saviour or my killer? I have made myself more insane. With questions there are answers, but those lead to more of the unknown. I put my questions together and find the answer. She is my sun when she is the devil and killer. She is my moon when she is a goddess and saviour. Her hand travels from my cheek to the deep of my heart. She places her golden lips onto my heart. I am cold, but she saves me with her warmth. We both remain oblivious to the rising sun until it is too late. Her eyes are black, her hair tied up, the sun giving blood red highlights. She brings out a dagger; she smiles twistedly and places one last kiss on my heart.
Her lips are cold
Freezing my heart
The dagger comes down
Breaking my heart
I now know why you are the darkness to my light
In the night you made me a empty shell.
At midnight you made me evil.
Finally at sunrise you are my death.
Because
You are the darkness of my light
