Light
3/19/2014

I do not need light to see
I will always adore the shadows
Your green eyes will enrapture me
piercing my skin with the knife

 It’s not what you'd want
And it’s not on TV
It's figure is getting dark
and grows small in our eyes now



Circling around the cadaver
I watched you move violently
You shall always or never have her
You are slowly becoming me



And I am still slipping away
Always you slip away from me
Where once you were forever here
Where ever you are
I sense your ghost is near
-Your glowing eyes, upon my bed
Your soul within me,
and I fear, you are dead
You are dead my dear