Rusted catacombs move my skin,. Crawling like fleas on a rabid dog,. Cobwebs stretch from wall to wall,. ***** traps and nothingness all intertwined,.
A perfect place to preserve her darkness,. Her evil is her gravity that draws me in,. I seek the magic that holds her eyes in place,. When she looks at the sun dial that shows nothing,.
Her beauty is her darkness,. She is a survivor of the sins of others,. She is the strength that holds the fabric of night together,....,,.