The Darkness Captivating me.
It's slick web of capture injects me painfully.
Sitting me on it's throne of guilt and sorrow.

Slashing into my soul and black existence.
Leaving me with the extreme crackle of
thunder that strikes the ground into a misory of my decievement.

My punishment, where is my freewill?
Disappearing into thin ice, my darknes..my pleasure.
I consume this, for this is what I am left with to survive.

Such a moment of deadly increase.
My feeling of being alone, my captured moment,
where I see nothing but skin.

My reflection is sustained in clear glass.
Beautiful darknes...dance with me.
For again...I am...lost with lonleyness.