Darkness invades my soul as the face of my spectre appears before me.
A haunting vision of days gone by, and I realize.
He is always here.
My demon, my lost lover, my end;
For he will be the end of me, like he was the end of innocence.
He continues to take, night after night, and the hatred begins to grow in me.
Can I ever be free?
I know now that I cannot.
I glimpse the devil buried inside his hollow heart, and the anger inside me overshadows every other emotion.
Where does this hatred come from?
Why does it consume my existance?
Will it ever subside?
Oh, but it is love that forms my hate.
The love I feel for this ghost who can never be vanquished from my soul.
For yes, I do love him, still.
That self-confession burns me, for in my denial,
I was blind.
And this acknowledgement fills me with a sense of self-loathing.
My masochistic dreams, and thoughts so horrid, bring a peace to my darkened mind.
And the need to be taken, again, by this apparition, this ghostly figure that lives on in my imagination,
Brings me comfort.
I, in my darkest desires, long for him, his scorching kiss, his magnificent touch; but it will not set me free.
I will burn for him again.
When I close my eyes, and the blackness invades the light, the hunger will come forth and swallow every lucid thought until all that remains is the insanity,
That I feel for him,
And the need to have him inside me.
He is the essence of me, without him, I am but a shell. |
Submission Name: The Essence Of Me
