The moonlight curdles onto my eyelid,
shreds it with each sliver.
With a smile, I take each blow-
black eyes, to me, are known.
Flecks of darkness enter my soul,
and it's a beauty to behold
when all senses are blotted out
As if written over in the blackest coal
My dark lord shall enter,
only in the depths of disguise.
With all my might I try to fight
blot out all light from my mind.
It has torn me asunder,
keeping sanity at bay.
But my rayless soul is now ready
to drown out all disarray:
I surrender at your feet,
my lord, my master, my all, my prey.
great, is it ur creation ??
ReplyDeleteYes, it's my creation, my blog, my words.
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