Grim Love

Kiss. Dark as the crow feathers, a sting on my lips, a burn in the dark.

He comes for me. The dark excresence of his bony fingers, touches my forehead

A brush, a graze and a slight stifle. His face is an agonized beauty.

Bright white cheekbones portrude through his skin, almost glowing against the night.

They have become my lantern. 

Flicker, switch. He comes closer, all around him seems to pale and droop.

Falling with a flop to crumble against the tarmac. Flowers and thistles break with a burst.

He looks on with sympathy, a deep sadness in his eyes. He knows he is necessary, he knows he is

true. But truth doesnt stop the pain. 

Finally he arrives and finally i leave. I go in silence, those last few moments were my guidance,

my seeking glow. I would say it is a necessary evil, but is it really an evil? 

It doesnt matter anyway, he will still always be there, no matter the pledge.Its ok though, cause hes mine

My leader, my lover, my end.