I forfeit you often in tiny moments lingering like age..To a titanic of an opponent I know I will never defeat. You.
You're the mighty unbreakable door, with no handle nor **** to turn, neither knocker or bell to ring. You are the only door that is not a slave to any metal. Not even a cursed object like skeleton keys can force it open and break into your secret thoughts. It opens from one side and one side only. Your side.
I've watched you slip behind your door and get lost inside yourself.. Never taking anyone with you. Slipping through time in a compelling labrynth, hidden somewhere behind those dark intoxicating eyes.  Those eyes that make me often forget what I'm saying midsentence.
The spark to the match of my irrelevant jealousy, driving me to the brink of insanity. Making me restlessly patient for your return from the door and back to reality, or the reality we physically share.
I want to get lost with you, take me through your door. I want to see more than you show, and know all the things you never say. I need your raw unyeilding commentary and this unwanted vail you hide behind lifted: exposing you bare.
I've been stealing bits of you over the years while you were unaware-but it's no longer enough.
I want to finally see all of you at once. Not the glimpses and echos that I have collected and pieced together under your nose for all these years. Like some common stalker..
That version, my version of you, is forever unsatisfying and incomplete. It will never be enough, who you are in my head and who you are when we are together, is only a shadow of the you let me see. I want the version you keep locked up, the one you  never share.You may be content being lost inside yourself alone, but even so, it doesn't have to be that way.
I beg you, stop keeping to yourself. Keep me instead.
Together, we will be the perfect trade.

-Stone Fox

I prefer the shadows these days. Brightness and "clarity" only blinds the flickle.
This darkness becomes me. For I know what it feels like to be fire, to be the element.
I was so tired of wearing that jaggedely twisted unclean smile.
These traitorous painted lips smiled at any excuse, sometimes never refusing to stop.
Only a Jester's sinister grin came close to being just as terrifying.
My new and improved stormy demeanor came with a charming and intimidating scowl.
Mornings were finally productive because i no longer found my reflection mocking me with it's constant unwilling, gentle leer.
Finally, it was your turn to smile like the menace.
My inner monster was thrilled in the shadows, no doubt already thinking up, cruel ways to make it happen.

I AM NOT A KILLER BUT MY LOOKS ****.
I AM NOT WHAT YOU WOULD CALL DANGEROUS, BUT YOU WON’T FIND SAFETY PROMISED HERE.
I AM NOT ELECTRICITY OR EXCITEMENT, BUT SECRETLY MY SOUL THRILLS ALL.
I AM NOT YOUR SONG OF LAUGHTER, NOR YOUR MUFFLED GIGGLES-BUT I PROMISE TO PAIN YOUR STOMACH WITH MANY.
I AM NO MARVEL, NOR SOME GRAND MASTERPIECE, BUT I AM THE CREATOR OF MY BEAUTY.
I AM AND AM NOT SO MANY CONTRADICTIONS.
I WILL DECIDE IN THE MOMENT.

HOLD ME IN YOUR EYES WHILE I DANCE INTO YOUR SOUL.
BLINK FOR A SECOND…
AND YOU MIGHT MISS THE SONG OF MUSES.

TONIGHT I WILL BE NAKED,
SO YOU CAN WITNESS ME IN ALL MY GLORY.

NO TOUCH BURNS GREATER THAN THAT OF YOUR EYES. BLOOD RUSHES UNDER MY SKIN PROVIDING A GLOWING HEAT WHERE YOU GAZE LINGERS.

TIME HAS NO MEANING WHEN WE ARE LIKE THIS.

TONIGHT I WILL BE NAKED,
SO WE CAN BASK TOGETHER IN ALL OUR GLORY.

THE COUNTING OF THE HUMAN HEARTBEAT PER SECOND IS THE TRUEST FORM OF PHYSICAL EXPRESSION FOR TIME ITSELF.

WHEN TIME GETS PHYSICAL THE DREAMERS SUFFER MOST, WHILE THE IMMORTALS WHISPER THROUGH THE LEGENDS LIKE WIND.

MY DARKEST DESIRE COULD IGNITE ALL OF HELL’S FIRES.
WITH MY SELF-SERVING ACTIONS THAT TWIST ALONG MY JADED INTENTIONS. MY DARKNESS HIDES IN PLAIN SIGHT AND WILL NEVER BE MENTIONED.
OUR EYES MET THROUGH A CASCADE OF STRANGERS, MY DEMON INSTINCTIVELY RECOGNIZING YOUR OWN.

IT’S UNNERVING THIS KIND OF LOVE..
UNKNOWN TO MOST AND INTIMATE WITH EVEN LESS.
DESCRIBED ONCE AS A LOVELY AFFECTION THAT CAN CUT BONE GIFTING A LINGERING CHILL.

PURE FREEDOM IS WHEN YOUR EVIL EXPERIENCES ANOTHER’S..
WICKED PLEASURE.
BOTH FIENDS WELD TOGETHER TINY PIECES OF THEIR HEART. A BOND CREATED OVER THE FIRST WICKEDLY SHARED SCANDAL. LINKING ONE TO THE OTHER FOR ETERNITY-PURE UNDYING FREEDOM.

THERE IS NOTHING AS TRULY FREE AS BEING YOUR ABSOLUTE WORST VERSION: THE NIGHTMARE YOU.
KNOWING THERE WILL NEVER BE LINES DRAWN OR REPERCUSSIONS FOR CREATING CHAOS IS LIBERATING. IT’S OBSESSIVELY TEMPTING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS. EVEN WHEN YOU YOURSELF KNOW NOT TO WREAK HAVOC.

EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS AN OPTION WHEN BEING CATASTROPHIC WITH SOMEONE REFLECTIVELY FRIGHTENING. THERE ARE NO SHAMEFUL SECRETS, HALFHEARTED LIES, OR EXPECTATIONS. IT’S INSPIRING.
MY SHADOW SELF WAS WORSHIPED AND EMBRACED FOR IT’S WILD WICKEDNESS.

YOUR DEVIL IS IMPOSSIBLY SATED AND CONTENT WITH THIS FRESHLY ALTERNATIVE HIGH. BUT THERE IS ALWAYS A SECRET TO TELL, A PROMISE TO BREAK, AND AN ITCH TO SCRATCH.
LIKE ALL MONSTERS, MINE WANTS TO LEARN, NAY IT CRAVES! TO CONQUER THIS SEDUCTIVELY STRANGE SIN.

ALL SKELETONS OF EVIL LEARN THEIR WAY AROUND THUNDERSTORMS OF CHARCOAL RAINBOWS. A DARK DEFORMED BOW IS A TRUE IDOL FOR ALL IMMORAL ACTS, CRIMES, AND TRANSGRESSIONS. THE ONLY PRIZE THAT WILL BE FOUND AT THE END OF THIS DARK RAINBOW IS THE BLACKEST OF HEARTS-SYMMETRICAL TO YOUR VERY OWN, A PERFECT MATCH.  

WILL I WIN YOUR BLACK HEART OR WILL YOU WIN MINE?

LET THE GAMES BEGIN,
IN LOVE TO BE LOVED BY A SAVAGE LOVER.