Why do you lie to me; to yourself? It is not any good for you my dear. You know your love is mine and it always has been. I'm a patient waiter you'll find. I just wait; tears to black roses. Every night, I whisper to you. I know you hear it, I know you feel it. In the dark, fiery whispers burn across your skin. Stars are put to shame and I snuff them away. You've never been alone, not as long as the dark remains. I hold you, I've guided you. When you were broken and in tears, I was here; small whispers in the dark. Love the dark, for Dark loves you.