I feel your pull in the darkest night
"It's alright!" you hiss
"My love, it's alright!"
But I feel too sick for a lustful love
And my body's crying it's had enough

I dance and fall from a cliff so high
I can't see the ground
For it's joined the sky
And you're waiting there, with a crimson laugh
"Death is fortunate, for he'll take you back."

I see you stare with your nightmare eyes
Look again, dear one
For I think I've died
And I'm dreaming still, with my sacred friends
There's no way to make such a nightmare end

I taste your blood in a twisted way
It's a sinking world
It's a blacker day
Since the night you came with your flesh so cold
"Death is fortunate, for I have your soul."

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Had a wild urge to write, my dears. It does not have a smooth rhythm, but that is on purpose. I am merely striking out at nothing (or the darkness) and hoping I'll hit something in my frantic longing and passion.

That's right, you devil. Read it. Read it and LAUGH at me.