Darkest Night

In emptyness of this bed I feel the cold bite into my skin. Curtains flow with the chilly breeze. Turning in endless unrest her spirt haunts me even in these moments. As memories replay keeping me awake shadows fill this moonlit room I see her form move across the to which just outta reach she does stay. watching over me till the first light of day. Darkest night you conceal that which I cannot say. fragments of a soul erased by day. Apon the wind her scent still does exist. In darkest night she does come to my side. Taking life from me a drop at a time . The wicked curse she's a razor to any mans touch. So willing to be loved yet unable to be close. Eyes of red she enchants. Unable to fight her nature. Such a perfect wepon built to decive. In darkness she haunts my soul. As I the willing victem do awake her embrace of agony. Takig more leaving me with ice water in my veins. It's a nightmare of dreams a vison without sight . She is the the disease within the cure. My brightest moment on the darkst night.