The visitant frequenting
The dreams of my slumber
In the hours of darkness
Appeared yet again
His face was obscured
By dazzling luminous colours
His aura bled
Deep in the trenches of my viscera
I feel as though
I have been breathless
For a thousand lifetimes
Awaiting his arrival
Hypnotised by the mystique
I felt his soul converge with mine
The phantasma I adore
The skeleton key opening me.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
The visitant frequenting
The dreams of my slumber
In the hours of darkness
Appeared yet again
His face was obscured
By dazzling luminous colours
His aura bled
Deep in the trenches of my viscera
I feel as though
I have been breathless
For a thousand lifetimes
Awaiting his arrival
Hypnotised by the mystique
I felt his soul converge with mine
The phantasma I adore
The skeleton key opening me.
