This darkness calls to me. It calls out in the

night, in the wake, in the ripples of my

breath. It craves me. Taunts me to join it in

its death. I feel it breathing in my soul.

Slowly. Deeply.

This darkness calls to me. I want it to be

gone but it's grip is desperately holding on to

my struggling worth. Its falling down further away from my bed.

My melting shrine of sacrifice. My dying seed of familiar warm silhouettes.
Further away from my breath. Its death was

terribly familiar.

This darkness calls to me. It's been a year

since I spoke to you. One year of solitude.  

One year of shattered illusions. One year of

sleepless dreams. One year of well, letting go. I
don't think of you the same anymore. The stain of
love is burned in my heart like that of a resin chamber full of ash.

This darkness calls to me. It's slithering up

my spine. I remember what it's like to swim in

the waves of invisible asphyxiation. It was

yesterday that I embraced you. Yesterday, your

jagged gaze penetrated my fragile skin. My
candle lit eyes.

This darkness calls to me. It's weakness is my

strength. It's battle my voice. I don't know

you anymore. Your scent is not familar. You

are not familar. AFraid. You are afraid to

show yourself. Step into my line of intense

stare and I will hold you down until you release

your fears. Until you release your fears onto me. It is

then that I will let you go.