Black eyes shining

In the fading light.

I try to look away,

But my eyes are

Locked on your figure.

Perfection.

Infection,

A virus,

A plague,

This disease you carry

Easily spreads.

It sharpens the mind,

The power.

Inside it shatters

The soul,

Forever damned

To fiery depths.

The fight of the soul,

Will mine prevail?

Or am I too weak,

To fight off this plague.

This virus that threatens

To envelop.

I push you away

But you push back.

You always prevail

And I always fail.

It is kind of strange,

Because this time

I won

And darkness and plague

Did not win control over me.