There I stood, between the tall pillars
I looked up at the sky and it was the darkest it has been in a while.
I remembered his scent, the way it was when I slept.
The black wings carried me home, but I didn't understand where we were headed.
How could a place in all black, with wings brushing against the wind in the clouded skies be a place that could comfort me and heal my scars, take away all the emptiness?
I followed you, you carried me.
Where you walked, I went.
When you commanded, I obeyed.
My bones shook, and my legs gave out.
Here I was in the darkest place I could ever be and there was light, and it wasn't visible, but I could feel it.
So we flew.
Your wings, these black angelic wings taking me to a place, that I didn't even know existed, to a place that was so empty but to you it was normal.
I could see the depth in your eyes and in those eyes, they took me places.
How could a thing so beautiful be filled with such hate, such loneliness, such despair.
So I couldn't hold on, like my feet were shaking and the floor beneath me just crumbling, but it wasn't.
Just my insides bursting at the sight of how much I needed something so dark just to bring me light, just to make me feel, just to take me a place I could call home and I saw you.
When I saw you I just knew, that you were it.
Our monsters, our darks collided into equals and we called it beauty, we called it love.
I would spend every last moment loving you while you tore me open, while you changed details of who I was, while you'd take away the lights that would make me smile, the lights that would make me glow, and you'd make me what you wanted, and you did and you did it beautifully.
You're my dark angel.
You're the devil in my dreams.
You're my desperation.
You're the black wings that carry me home.