are you out there?
i can feel you, the real you.
the part you keep chained up behind locked metal doors.

we met once....

in a dream...

your hair blowing in the non-existant wind,
your dress as still and beautiful as death.
i can remember our embrace, your skin as cool and pale as porcealine,
and your face more striking than a lunar eclipse.
when we embraced t'was such bliss... i think... dream...
and search to again recapture our passionate kiss.
i only wish for your cold to again burn it's way inside all
my pours, your empty hunger to again engulf my being...
if only i could find you ...

but alas i must settle for empty dreams
and fantasies of bluish obsidian
in the hopes of recreating something that may have never happened...


so now i understand my dark angel, you were sent to me for only a moment
in time for a reason... inspiration? NO! a goal? NO! torture,
someone sent you to me to fill my being to the point of bursting of empty,
sadly though now i cherish this, i love it... please come back
to me.

my bright darkness please again show me what i long for... please.