"Matches"

on the spot

"Matches"

swirls

of smoke

rising in my face

I can see her through the mist

settling 

around us

Her bold face

stares at me through a medium

of endless tunnels

it seems as if

we may became lost

and

in a sense

I have

with her

She inhales me, deeply. Forever engraving the memory

in her head. She calls out to me, hidden in the swirling world of hers, she says

'Don't you ever leave me, I'm gonna need you one day'

So I stopped, went over to her and took that match from her hand, lit it against the wall,

and fired up my siren from my pocket, a calling, I couldn't resist.

The second I breathed her in, the swirls came back, and we were immersed

once again, in her magic.

She said, 'I missed this feeling of you and I together, immersing ourselves, singing the songs of the damned.'

She was no brighter than me

yet, her words seem too sure of themselves

as if one breath might take her way to an underworld full of darkness. 

But Darkness is misunderstood, and often mistaken for sin and purity, when really the very thing keeping our hearts alive is our darkness, beating, beating, beating, beating...