I await him in the shadows of my mind,
Seeing all that is gay and happy as weak.
For he alone knows my ways,
He alone knows my desires, my fears,
He alone.

As I sit in this prevailing darkness that is me,
I know what I wish to hear him say.
He alone would tell me of his thoughts,
He alone would tell me of his plans,
He alone.

I look upon him, in longing and in fear,
In temptation and in trepidition.
As he alone watches me silently,
He alone with his dark intensity,
He alone.
I know that it cannot be,
For him and I shall not ever be one.
For he alone holds the key,
He alone will not use it,
He alone.

So, I sit in apathy, waiting for my darkness to envelope me,
Envelope my thoughts and my life.
As he alone sits and taunts me,
He alone with the key,
HIs Dark Kiss.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Glacian, in the year 244 AF.