The Darkness.
The darkness is a wicked serpent,
It's body is a contorted mess,
His scales are as black as night,
And his fangs are knife like.
He rears back,
And let's out a sickening hiss,
And lunges forward.
His fangs, sink into my flesh,
And his poison,
Flows through my veins.
I am now consumed by the darkness,
Me and him are one.
He tells me things,
Things I don't wanna hear.
He puts images in my head,
Things I don't wanna see.
I try to fight back,
And pursue my sanity again,
But he wraps me in his arms,
And won't let go.
Your love, is all I need,
Your voice gives me strength,
Strength to fight back,
And claim my sanity.
But still the poison flows,
Through my veins,
The antidote, a sweet nectar,
The nectar of the gods,
That lies on thy lips,
Oh a kiss, a sweet kiss,
Is all that I need and desire,
Thus be a heavenly delight.
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