Bound to Darkness

The night draws me into herself
When I'm at my worst
And caresses me freely
With restless expectations

Trembling at the fervent touch,
I again wrap her tightly around myself
And she overtakes me
Like the most eager lover

We reverberate with magic:
Bloody fingers sliding down guitar strings
Pages staining with ink and labor
Canvas dripping with spoiled inhibition

And as I heed her coursing rhythm,
Her breathing becoming one with mine,
I push deeper into the darkened sanctity
And am willingly consumed by shadows

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