Falling into deep darkness, managing to bring forth

nothing more than the soul I shall continue to lose.

Again, I’ve discovered how to find loneliness

while looking into wicked eyes of a dark angel,

as she hovers, suspended against a purple haze

in the darkening sky of my mind.

 ”Whisper to me, o’ dark one,” I murmur.

“Tell me what I may feel when the day rests

with the nocturnal kiss of the night?”

If she may leave me silently, will I ever be able

to gather my strength to remain alone?

Will she leave with no good byes?

Rise, sweet wicked dark angel,

take my hand in yours.

Guide me as we walk through the valleys

of what has become my lost dimension.