Two dark angels...
Shrouded in darkness...
Locked in an unholy embrace...
Neither aware of the swirling mists that surround them.
And as the wind blows and the blackness looms closer,
One dark angel is left alone.
The angel wonders at the disappearance of its companion.
Then, in shear and utter realization, it realizes it is the other angel...

Angelās fall
Night descends
Hell on Earth
Will it never end?

Rage ebbs
Darkness consumes
The end of life
A new beginning for me.

I call forth things lost
All else shall pay the cost
With this blood I do beseech
Take me now, I am within reach.

Fire burn
Desire felt
I long for you
Death itself.

My heart cries out to you
My eyes weep for you
My arms long to hold you
Yet you never come.

I close my eyes and see you
Feel your breath on my neck
Your lips pressed against mine
Yet you are not really there.

Pillows absorb my tears
You should be here beside me
I live only for you
Will you ever come?

I suffocate.
You canāt see whatās killing me.
It doesnāt want to be seen.
Itās in me now.
I guess you can only fight for so long before the black takes you.
Can you feel it too?
Itās power.
You will do what it wants.
There is no more control.
Itās the master now.
There is no pain, as promised.
There is no fear, as promised.
Nothing.
It doesnāt want anyone else.
I am special.
I had no choice but to give in.
It promised to take away everything.
There was no more fighting.
No more nightmares.
You must have sleep to have those.
All is well now.
It will protect me as long as I do its bidding.
I will let no harm come to it.
None must ever know lest it kill me from within.
You have been warned.
Stay away.
Speak of this to no one.
Somewhere I do care.
It longs to feed.
I must leave.
This is the end me, yet its beginning.
Will I ever be released?

Lightning flashes.
A small child trembles in the rain
Clutching tightly to his motherās skirts.
Are the warriorās to come back a second time?
Horses line the edge of the hill.
There is no place left to hide.
We have given them everything but our lives.
They care not for us, though, as thundering hoofās charge down the hill.
No one screams in fear this time.
We all know what is to come.
Swords quickly cut down the village.
Person by person.
Life by life.
One child is left alone.
Only he will be the teller of these sad tales.
The warriorās know not the revenge he will take upon them.
He has no more tears left to cry.

Do they follow you as they follow me?
If I did not know better, I would say it was I.
But it is so much darker.
So many secrets.
So many fears.
Even when I run, it chases after me, always at my heels.
When I stand still, it waits with me.
From certain perspectives, the one shadow multiplies.
Following in my footsteps, but never leaving their own footprints.
They mock me at night by candlelight,
And are always listening during the day.
They know my secrets.
They see the darkness within me.
They ignite my fears.
They try to seduce me into joining in their dark ways.
I feel them with me.
I will be like them soon.
One with the night.
Do they follow you as they follow me?

Longing.
But for what?
The warmth of an embrace?
A tender touch?
The gentlest, yet most passionate of kisses?
No.
What need I for such feelings and emotions?
A heart grown cold over timeless ages yearns not for such things.
Let not a tear escape my eye before I find true love again.
The pain is ever constant, crying to be released.
But how does one unlock something they no long have a key to?
They donāt.
The memories are locked away there too.
In that dark place I even fear to go.
Sometimes one will escape to haunt me.
It is quickly struck down, though, and shoved back into the darkness.
So what is it I long for?
Perhaps it is only a release from myself.